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Copyright, 1915 
By The Roycrofters 



nri 21 1915 

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LBERT HUBBARD looks down 
{{ on mc as I write. From his 
position on the wall of my room 
he smiles at me as ever. His 
face is alive and full of the ani- 
mation and hope and energy it 
always had. I have never seen that face with 
any other expression. Fate has been kind to me 
and I have been spared the sight of the smile 
he took to the other side. To me there has been 
no death — no pallor — no memory of seeing him 
in a sleep to be nevermore unbroken. 
I know he has gone on his last little journey, 
and that somewhere he is traveling the way &^ 
His inspiration to me will forever hold me to 
my task &^ &^ 

Alice Hubbard went with him, and it was just 
as they would have chosen, hand in hand. There 
could be no separation. With one purpose in life 
here, there must be the same over there. God 
was good to them. 

Of what the world of earnest men and women 
thought of them and of the inspiration they 
furnished the world, only a little can be gotten 
together in one small volume like this. 



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There are countless thousands whose lives or 
thought have been influenced as have those 
whose tributes we have here compiled. I could 
not begin to print all the beautiful letters that 
have come to me. 

But to the world of friends who knew and loved 
Elbert and Alice Hubbard do I give my apprecia- 
tion, and to these would I offer this little diversi- 
fied collection of letters of tender affection, love, 
respect, praise and glorification, with the hope 
that there may be read into them the true value 
of their innermost meaning. 




LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 





A 




Abeel, Alfred 


251 


Appel, Joseph H. 


. 199 


Adams, Byron S. 


129 


Archbold, John D. . 


22 


AUen, Daisie Woods 


95 


Ardis, J. B. 


. 191 


Allyn, Rube 


50 


Armhold, Nettie E. . 


29 


Alvey, WiUiam . 


95 


Armour, J. Ogden . 


. 208 


Alwood, Lister R. 


230 


Arnold, J. A. 


. 223 


Amidons, The . 


249 


Atkisson, J. D. . 


. 173 


Anderson, W. A. 


205 


Avery, Arthur B. 


. 234 


Anstey, Louisa Lee . 


106 








B 




Babson, Roger W. . 


190 


Beifeld, Ernest L. . 


64 


Bailey, J. Milton 


107 


Beifeld, Eugene V. . 


64 


Baltimore " News " . 


246 


Beifeld, Joseph 


64 


Banks, Samuel 


93 


BeU, Clark 


222 


Barhyte, Kate . 


195 


Bell, William A. 


106 


Barker, Edwin L. . 


172 


Bellsmith, Henry W. 


191 


Barrett, John 


152 


Bering, Frank W. . 


64 


Barron, C. W. . 


193 


Bessey, M. W. . 


21 


Barrowclough, S. L. 


24 


Best, P. A. 


106 


Barry, Mary Garrigan 


34 


Bicknell, George 


174 


Barton, Stephen E. . 


76 


Bispham, David 


161 


Batten, George 


275 


Bissell, Herbert P. . 


327 


Beach, Percy A. 


141 


Bolin, Mrs. E. C. 


104 


Beals, Jessie Tarbox 


55 


Bond, Carrie Jacobs 


269 


Beauchamp, Lou J. . 


69 


Bootz, Henry A. 


53 


Beavan, William A. . 


177 


Borglum, Gutzon 


325 


Beckman, James W. 


149 


Bowen, Faxon . 


119 


Beebe, George . 


30 


Bowie, Henry P. 


206 


Beetem, Charles G. 


107 


Bowie, Leroy 


55 


Beetem, Edw. C. 


107 


Boyd, Frank D. 


266 



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LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 


BramleyKitc 


. 254 


Buchlcr, W. E. . 


173 


Brazier, F. W. . 


. 160 


Buell, Guy A. . 


317 


Breed, Austin A. 


. 264 


Bunting, Maude W. 


56 


Brewster, Winfield 


. 177 


• Burbank, Luther 


172 


Briggs, Archibald 


. 189 


Burpee, W. Atlee 


217 


Brown, Ernest . 


30 


Burrows, J. C. . 


94 


Brown, Geo. R, 


. 356 


Burton, Maud L. 


286 


Brownhill, L. . 


. 248 


Bush, David V. 


346 


Bryan, W. G. . 


. 342 


Bustard, W. W. 


130 




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Calvert, Bruce . 


. 282 


Cole, J. J. . 


319 


Carr, C. S. 


. 309 


Collins, Francis A, . 


55 


CarroU, A. E. . 


. 239 


Colt, Samuel Pomeroy 


331 


Chalmers, Hugh 


. 120 


Cook, A. G. 


265 


Chappie, Joseph Mitchell 133 


Cosner, E. H. . 


285 


Charbonneau, C. J. E, . 263 


Council of Women Voters 


J 335 


Charles, T. Owen 


. 108 


Coward, James S. 


65 


Choynski, Jos. B. 


. 279 


I Crane, Frank 


245 


Cincinnati " Enquire 


r" . 224 


Crawford, " Capt. Jack ' 


' 51 


Clark, Adrian P. 


. 322 


Cristadoro, Charles . 


223 


Clegg, John E. . 


. 129 


Culver, W. T. . 


304 




D 




Davcy, John 


68 


Doherty, Henry L. . 


59 


Davis, James J. 


. 323 


Dold, J. C. 


23 


Davisson, Walter P. 


. 297 


Drcier, Thomas 


268 


Denson, Frederick T 


. . 118 


Duflfus, Geo. W. 


178 


Dcpew, Chaunccy M 


. . 221 


Duncan, Florence 


122 


DeVoe, Emma Smitl 


L . 128 







LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 



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Edmonds, J. F. 
Ehmann, Freda 
Ehrmann, Max 



Ferguson, Nathaniel 
Fleischer, Charles . 
Foster, T. J. 



Gable, WilUam F. 


. 141 


GilUam, C. A. . 


81 


Gray, Olive 


. 352 


Greenfield, N. C. 


65 


Hall, Bolton 


. 123 


Hall, Laura Nelson 


. 163 


HaU- Quest, Alfred L 


. . 54 


Hammond, Arthur E 


. 234, 252 


Harger, Jr., C. G. 


. 290 


Harned, Thomas B. 


. 149 


Harris, B. F. . 


. 304 


Haughton, E. H. 


. 208 


Hays, Joseph 


. 281 


Head, EUiott F. 


98 


Hcdrick, U. P. . 


. 248 


Heinz, H. J. . 


. 204 


Helm, Walter J. 


. 288 



240 


EUiott, Howard 


. 117 


280 


Etz, Anna Cadogan . 


. 272 


92 


Ey tinge, Louis Victor 


. 183 


F 




84 


Freeman, George A. 


. 332 


185 


Funes, M. . 


94 


300 






G 




141 


Grodzinsky, Marvin 


. 336 


81 


Groflf, AUce 


. 358 


352 


Grubb, Eugene H. . 


. 305 


65 







H 



Henning, Frank H. . 96 

Herbert, Agnes 306 

Higham, Charles Frederick 237 

HiU, David Jayne 142 

Hines, Earle Remington 150 

Hocken, H. G. . . 295 

Hodges, Leigh Mitchell . 99 

Howard, Francis 279 

Howard, John F. 216 

Howe, E. W. . . Ill 

Hustcd, H. T. F. . . 242 

Hyde, Homer ... 48 



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LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 


lies, George 


296 


I 

Ingcrsoll, Robt. H. . 


320 


Ingalls, Edwin W. . 


. 311 


J 

Jones, George R. 




Johnson, Col. Charles A. 


176 


79 


Johnson, Evan . 


330 


Jordan, David Starr 


. 241 


Johnson, R. L. . 


329 








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Kaeppel, F. E. . 


176 


King, Byron W. 


162 


KeUerman, Stella V. 


294 


King, Mr. and Mrs. O. M 


. 332 


KeUy, Arthur C. 


89 


Kirk, David M. 


292 


Kennerley, Mitchell 


328 


Kitzmiller, Warren . 


78 


Key, Ellen 


293 


Kleiser, Grenville 


30 


Kinderdine, G. A. 


265 


Koehler, Andrew R. 


160 


Kindleberger, J. 


277 








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Lackaye, Wilton 


27 


Lindauer, Oscar A. . 


177 


Lane, Hon. Franklin K. 


233 


Lindsey, Ben B. 


90 


Lauterbach, Edward 


357 


Littie, Lora C. 


229 


Learned, John G. 


79 


Livaudais, J. H. 


280 


Lee, General J. G. C. 


205 


Long, Beulah 


299 


Le Gallienne, Richard 


85 


Loudin, Maurice L, . 


253 


Lentz, John J. . 


257 


Lowerison, Harry 


303 


Levy, Aaron 


352 


Lyman, C. G. . 


348 


LUly, John M. . 


265 








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McAdoo, W. G. 


221 


McClemont, Ernest G. 


219 


McCaleb, W. F. 


132 


McCormick, Charles 


154 



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McGraw, Rose 


207 


Millar, Tom 


240 


McHugh, Joseph P. 


210 


MiUer, Frank A. 


164 


Mack, George J. R. 


253 


Miller, Joaquin 


274 


McKane, H. W. 


31 


Mills, Benjamin Fay 


301 


Mackintosh, Chas. H. 


316 


MitcheU, Arthur L. . 


252 


McMiUin, Joe . 


141 


Monahan, Michael . 


145 


M'Phail, M. . 


205 


Morden, Henry J. . 


79 


MacQueen, Peter 


333 


Morgan, H. T. . 


277 


Mahin, John Lee 


126 


Morrill, G. L. . 


318 


Marden, Orison Swett 


181 


Morris, Charles G. . 


65 


Marsh, C. W. . 


153 


Morris, Edw. . 


80 


Martinez, Julia 


140 


Morse, Harry C. 


314 


Mase, Sidney W. . 


228 


Moses, Bert M. 


167 


Mason, Harrison D. 


186 


Mosher, Thomas Bird 


66 


Mason, Walt . 


29 


Muldoon, William . 


32 


Maxim, Hudson 


17 


Mumma, Archie A. . 


308 


Melzer, A. 


339 


Myers, F. P. . 


153 




N 




Naylor, James Ball . 


20 


Nordisk Boktryckarekons 


t, 294 


Neblett, W. T. . 


233 








O 




O'Connor, Frank N. 


296 


Outcault, Richard F. 


21 


Oldrini, Alexander . 


266 


Owen, Olive G. 


58 


OUver, J, D, . 


176 


Owen, Robert L. 


220 


Oswald, J. Clyde 


222 








P 




Patec, Fred 


119 


Patton, Carolyn 


262 


Patterson, Ada . 


170 


PauUin, R. G. . 


312 



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LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 


Pavcy, Henry A. 


195 Poguc, John F. 


. 196 


Persons, Henry H. 


229 Powderly, Terence V. 


105 


Pierce, C. C. . 


129 Powers, Mabel 


292 


Pingree, Geo. E. 


242 Putnam, T. AlBurtis 


144 


Planck, F. M. . 


267 


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Rabbette, Leo J. 


26 Robinson, N. Howard 


313 


Reedy, William Marion 


35 Romer, Jan D. . 


244 


Reid, Daniel G. 


22 Root, Hon. EUhu 


182 


Ricker, Marilla 


23 Rowan, A. S. . 


343 


Riley, James Whitcomb, 95, 338 Roy, T. Edw. . 


330 



Salter, Dorothy May 
Samuelson, Alfred A. 
Sanders, Henry G. . 
Saxby, Jr, Howard . 
Schoellkopf, Walter H. 
Selfridge, H. Gordon 
Seton, Ernest Thompson 
Sever, H. E. . 
Sharpe, R. Lee 
Shaw, Anna Howard 
Sheldon, A. F. . 
Shuler, Nettie Rogers 
Sinclair, E. 
Slater, Mary White 
Smeltzer, Robert H. G. 



. 350 


Smith, R, C. . 


31 


. 192 


Smith, Samuel Francis 


198 


. 284 


Smythe, Albert E. S. 


213 


. 180 


Springmuhl, G. W. . 


233 


. 298 


Staples, Ernest L. . 


298 


49 


Stark, Mrs. A. F. . 


299 


189 


Steele, George A, 


246 


. 251 


Stout, Hon. Sir Robert 


264 


. 347 


Stubington, G. C. . 


345 


54 


Sulzer, Wm. . 


356 


77 


Sunday, William A. 


221 


. 188 


Swain, Florence A. B. 


236 


. 213 


SweUand, R. E. 


189 


. 285 


Svrinbume, Algernon C. 


16 


53 







LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS 


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T 




Tammcn, H. H. 


157 


Thomas, Coral . 


. 256 


Tandy, Lewis H. 


81 


TUdcn, J. H. . 


209 


Taylor, A. M. . 


283 


Tindlcy, Charles P. . 


317 


/Tennyson, Alfred, Lord 


166 


Toland, Leigh . 


206 


Terry, Edward H. S. 


262 


Townc, Elizabeth 


. 214 




V 




Vail, Theo. N. . 


184 


Van der Weydc. W. M. 


. 353 


Van, BiUy B. . 


268 


Vosc, Frederic P. . 


79 


VandcrUp, F. A. 


314 








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Waitc, G. S. . 


354 


Wilhelm, WiUiam . 


. 160 


Walsh, L. J. 


296 


Williams, E. Harlan 


. 234 


Washington, Booker T. 


300 


WilUams, T. J. . 


81 


Weeks, Margaret . 


162 


Williamson, B. B. . 


173 


Weinberger, Harry . 


191 


Wilson, J. N. . 


265 


Wells, John D. 


294 


Womack, A. A. 


31 


Welsh, Freddie 


349 


Wood, Robert A. 


213 


Wetherell, Lucille . 


243 


Woodward, Hu 


156 


White, Andrew D. . 


315 


Woodworth, Harry Albr 


o' 278 


White, R. E. . 


163 


Wroe, W. E. . 


31 


Wilcox, Ella Wheeler 


110 








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Zeidt, O. Walter 


324 


Zurcher, George 


304 



Xn QQemoriam 



J^^j^IME takes them home that we loved, fair names 
^^J and famous, 
To the soft, long sleep, to the broad sweet bosom of 
death ; 
But the flower of their souls he shall take not away 
to shame us, 
Nor the lips lack song forever that now lack 
breath. 
For with us shall the music and perfume that die not 

dwell, 
Though the dead to our dead bid welcome, and we 
farewell. 

— Algernon Charles Swinburne, 



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NE of the greatest intellectual giants 
in American history has passed over 
the Great Divide. He was a knight 
errant of gentleness and justice. His 
lance was a shaft of wit. He impaled 
hypocrisy on the spear of ridicule. 
He espoused as his own cause the 
cause of all the lowly. 

Last night my wife and I read some of his scintillating 
philosophy, with amazement at his wisdom, with 
laughter for his wit, and tears for his loss. 
In his Little Journeys to the homes of great men and 
women, Elbert Hubbard has done what no other 
biographer has ever done so well. He has given us a 
look not only into their deeds, but also into the heart 
and soul of their personality. 

When a man is dead, he must trust to his reputation 
with Saint Peter, and lean on his biographer. If Saint 
Peter has in him a heart of understanding, with also the 
saving grace of humor, and if he reads the papers, 
especially " The Fra " and ** The Philistine," he has 
come to know Elbert Hubbard as we knew him, and 
the doors of Celestia were waiting wide open. 
Elbert was of such timber as the old-time gods were 
made. His face was a reason why God made man in 
His own image 5^ £«» 

A wise man once said that no great man is great to his 
valet, and another wise man added — because his valet 
is not a great man. The greatest biographer of the world 



18 IN MEMORIAM 

■ ■■■■■■»■■« M M — W W ■■■■ 1 »■ ■■ n ■■ ■■ —I — » 

next to Elbert Hubbard was Boswell, who made it pos- 
sible for us to see Samuel Johnson in all his bigness, 
without dwarfing him with his many littlenesses &—■ 
Johnson was big enough, after what was little in him 
had been subtracted. 

Elbert Hubbard may have had some littlenesses — all 
of us have — but if he did, he hid them with amazing 
skill &^ d«» 

He was a great philosopher — a very great philosopher 
— and the philosopher is the greatest of men. 
He stood far in advance of the world, and pulled the 
world after him. The world never appreciates such men 
until it has caught up with them. It will be some time yet 
before the world gets alongside Elbert Hubbard when 
he left his work. 

Put the face of Elbert Hubbard beside that of Dante, 
and we can measure Elbert's size the better. He saw, 
as Dante did, all the faults, failures, shortcomings and 
wickedness of human nature ; but he had the knowledge 
that all our littlenesses and wickednesses are but 
weaknesses, and he saw and felt, what Dante did not, 
all of the glorious greatness and goodness with which 
this world teems, and he faced the world with laughter 
in his eyes and a song in his throat. His heart was 
always full of the gladness of living. 
The poet has said of Lincoln, " He mixed a laughter 



IN MEMORIAM 19 

" ■ — ■ ■ — ■ ■ — ■ ■ -■■■ --■■-■ ■■ -■ - ■ ■- ■■■—■. ■- — — — — — — ■-- — jf ^ . y, „ „ g 

with the serious stuff." Elbert Hubbard was ever ready 
with his shafts of wit, and yet he always launched them 
kindly, and he did what they did not who sunk the 
"Lusitania" — he gave warning when he was to launch a 
torpedo, and he torpedoed none but belligerents. 
The last letter that I received from him was a note of 
warning that he was going to write a sketch of me in 
which I should be made to suffer enough to make it 
readable, and he asked if I had any objection. I wrote 
him that I had been hit so much by my enemies that I 
would welcome an upper-cut or a cross -counter from a 
friend ^^ s^ 

Three years ago, Mrs. Maxim and I spent a couple of 
days with Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard at East Aurora, and 
we felt when we came away as one felt who had been 
in the presence of Caesar, and we felt that Mrs. 
Hubbard was a wife worthy of Caesar. €[ He was a 
man of immeasurable size — a man so big that one 
might just as well try to tell the weight of a house by 
lifting at it, as to try to size him up. He was an honor 
to human nature, and a redeemer of our faith in human 
nature. He was a man to make the angels look our way 
and bow to us in friendly recognition, and boast that 
we are their kindred. 

LandiiJ*p%., N. J. HudsoTi Moxim, 



20 IN MEMORIAM 

v ^ ^ ^ KNEW Elbert Hubbard ; and I liked him. 
■ He was much more a trenchant and pleasing 

I writer than he was an eloquent and con- 

^^JBu,^^ vincing speaker. To judge his character 
from his writings, one would think he was arrogant, 
opinionative and intolerant ; but he was anything else 
than that. He was as ready to grant free opinion and 
free speech to others as he was to demand these rights 
for himself. In private conversation, he was a good 
listener as well as a good talker. He was a bundle of 
contradictions — and he knew it; and his philosophy of 
life was subject to frequent and radical revisions — and 
he did it himself. He was not a fossil ; he was a living 
thing that assimilates and grows. He was as variable as 
the weather-vane, it may be ; but, like the weather- 
vane, he marked the direction of the currents of public 
opinion d«» s^ 

Some of the time he was right — some of the time he was 
wrong ; but all of the time he was thoughtful — and made 
others think. 

I did n't like him so much as an author as I liked him as 
a man — a broad-minded, kindly-hearted human being, 
who was bent on doing what he sincerely believed to be 
right. I did n't subscribe to all the tenets of his philoso- 
phy of life — by no means ; but I Uked to read his 
articles, because he was a stylist, a master of modern, 



IN MEMORIAM 21 

fluent English — and because he always offered me an 
opportunity for mental exercise. But most I liked him 
because he had a sane sense of humor — and did n't 
take himself or the world too seriously. 
Malta, Ohio James Ball Naylor, 

X HEARD the news of Elbert Hubbard's death on 
the " Lusitania " with the same ghastly horror 
that every one else experienced who knew him or read 
his works. His death is the most to be deplored of any 
man for many decades. He was the apostle of peace. 
He was one of the most valiant enemies of superstition. 
He was one of the rarest humorists and profoundest 
philosophers. Brave, kind, full of Faith, Hope and 
Charity, I venture to say he went down with the same 
brave stoicism with which he faced life. 
Flushing, L. I., N. Y. Richord F. Outcault 

XKNOW that he met his end calmly, sorry that he 
could not finish out his years of activity, that 
rightly belonged to his strong, vigorous body, and yet 
satisfied that he had lived his years full of hard work s^ 
Although I have never seen him, yet I have always felt, 
since first I saw his writings, that we were personal 
friends, and I mourn him as a brother. 
waierviiie. Me. M. W. Bessey, M. D. 



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I HAD known Elbert Hubbard many years, and 
had great admiration for his versatility and ability 
as a pungent writer. 

While not always agreeing with him, I found much to 
admire, and believe that time will give him a much 
higher place in the ranks as a thinker and writer than 
has yet been accorded him. 

He was a perfect exemplification of our old copy-book 
adage that " the agitation of thought is the beginning 
of wisdom." 

The death of Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard is really to be 
deplored as a public calamity. 
New York City Johfi D. Archbold, 

^T^HEN Elbert and Alice Hubbard died, humanity 
V§/ lost two real friends. Elbert Hubbard was an 
American patriot in the truest sense, although the best 
efforts of his wonderful mind were always dedicated to 
humanity in general without regard to race or creed &•» 
One thing that appealed to me very strongly was his 
constant warfare on humbug and hypocrisy wherever 
he found it. If the organization he left behind can carry 
on his work with the spirit and energy of its founder, it 
must become an institution that will always deserve the 
grateful appreciation of the American People* 

New York City DoTliel G. Rdd, 



IN MEMORIAM 23 

■ ■« ■■ M ■» M ■■ ■« ■■ 1 — ■» W ■■ M M ■■ M ■ — ■■ ■ 

XKNEW Elbert Hubbard intimately more than 
ten years, and in my opinion he was a great and 
good man &^ &%^ 

His naturally generous and charitable disposition made 
him ever ready to overlook the mistakes and infir- 
mities of his fellowmen. 

His philosophy was that of Commonsense, and much of 
his writing will live as long as the English Language. 
Dover, N. H. Manila Richer. 

CHE shocking tragedy of the " Lusitania " and the 
blow to The Roycrofters in the taking away of the 
Fra are of a nature to leave one speechless, and par- 
ticularly when this catastrophe comes home so keenly 
as it does to those who knew and regarded the man 
whose initiative, whose energy, and whose almost 
unexampled versatility, placed The Roycrofters and 
their productions upon the high literary plane where 
they stand today. 

To know Elbert Hubbard was to admire his business 
qualities. Whether during a chat at the office, on the 
veranda of the Inn, walking across field or rummaging 
around on the farm, as we often did together, his many- 
sidedness and mental alertness afforded both pleasure 
and inspiration &^ &^ 

Jacob Dold Packing Co. 1 C Tinld 

Buffalo. N.Y. •'• ^- LfOia. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



XT is impossible for me to express my grief, 
also that of the members of my band, at the 
loss to us, and the world, of Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard s^ &^ 
Mr. Hubbard radiated love and good-fellowship on all 
he came in contact with, and we loved him from the 
bottom of our hearts. 

When we heard of the loss of the " Lusitania," and that 
our dear friends were gone, it seemed as though it were 
a blow aimed at us personally, and yet can hardly 
realize that it is true. 

Mr. Hubbard's influence is, and will always be, with 
us. The members of my band, and myself, are better 
through contact with his personality, and it is with the 
deepest sorrow that we part with him, if only for a short 
time £•» &^ 



President Canadian Conservatory 
of Music, Winnipeg, Canada 



S. L. Barrowclough. 





(^X^^<^9~j^[z:?^^::s(^ 



The mintage of wisdom is to know 
that rest is rust, and that real life 
is in love, laughter and work &^ &^ 



"AVE ATQUE VALE!" 
To Elbert and Alice Hubbard 

DAIL to ye, passing beyond and afar, 
Hail and farewell ! 
All the great good ye did here among men 
Our lives shall tell. 

Daily ye strove with hand and with soul 
For things that are best ; 
Toil and beauty and freedom and truth. 
Haply ye rest. 

Swift to destroy the Hydra of wrong, 
Swift to defend. 

Patient and loving and urging to life, 
Glad to the end. 

Together ye joyed in the battle of life, 
Together ye won, 

Hand clasped in hand ye fronted the dark 
And the rising sun. 

All the great good ye did here among men 
Our lives shall tell. 
Hail to ye, passing beyond and afar. 
Hail and farewell ! 

Detroit, Mich. LcO J. Robbette. 




VERY clever man once said to me 
that he thought it was a mistake to 
read many books. This was such a 
radical statement that it astonished 
me. It seemed to be against all the 
advice I had ever received, and 
opposed to the common belief of 
those who care for improvement or culture. 
I expressed my astonishment and he continued, '* At 
least I would not advise a man who wished to be a 
Thinker, to read up on a subject which interested him 
until he had formed some opinion — subject, of course, 
to modification and amenable to argument." 
"Why? "said I. 

** I can only answer that by asking another question," 
said he. " How many men do you know who can form 
an opinion — with a clear mind from their store of reason 
and observation of life ? 

'* Can you not trace most expressed opinions to the 
latest book, the newest magazine, the environment of 
the speaker, the common thought of his associates? " 
C I was obliged to admit the truth of his dictum. 
Of all the folks we know, rub elbows with, chat, con- 
verse or argue with, how many have, as the saying is, 
*' made up their minds " for themselves? What sheep 
most of us are ! Lucky if we have a benevolent leader, 
but following the sophistical or treacherous one just as 
blindly, like the poor animals in the Chicago stock- 
yards, which are led into the death-run by the trained 



28 IN MEMORIAM 

bellwether facetiously called "Judas." €1,1 think, of 

those who knew Elbert Hubbard, the thing that most 

impressed them was that " he made up his mind 

for himself." 

That he was a master of phrase, a genius of the written 

and spoken word, accounted for his public vogue. But 

those who knew him and had the privilege of personal 

conversation were impressed most by the absolute 

clarity with which he approached any proposition from 

the standpoint of his own reason and observation ^•^ 

There were many things upon which we did not agree — 

notably. Faith. The last time I talked with him, it was 

upon this topic. He said : " Faith is a talent which most 

of us possess. The difficulty is that religionists seem to 

crowd it all into unbelievable dogma and have none 

left for daily relations." 

In spite of his not being of a religion he was a deeply 

religious man. 

He refused the finite concepts of the infinite which 

many schools and creeds maintained. 

But he revered the " Mystery of Life and Eternity." &^ 

He has solved it now. 

And if devotion to mankind has Divine appeal he has 

attained a full reward. 

Lambs Club jjr'u r t. 

New York City WlltOTl Lockaye. 



IN MEMORIAM 29 

OOWN to the depths went Elbert Hubbard, 
with smiling eyes that knew no fear, and all 
the lovely mermaids rubbered, and Neptune 
shouted, "See who 's here ! " Well might 
there be a great commotion throughout the sea, from 
East to West, for seldom has old Father Ocean clasped 
hands with such a splendid guest. The inkstand waits 
upon his table, his pen is rusting in the sun ; there is no 
living hand that 's able to do the work he left undone. 
There is no brain so keen and witty, no voice with his 
caressing tones ; and Elbert, in the Deep Sea city, is 
swapping yarns with Davy Jones. And all the world 
that reads evinces its sorrow that he 's dwelling there ; 
not all the warring kings and princes are worth a ringlet 
of his hair. Death keeps a record in his cupboard of 
victims of the monarchs' hate ; " a million men and 
Elbert Hubbard," so goes the tally, up to date. If it 
would bring you back, Elbertus, to twang your harp with 
golden strings, it would not worry us or hurt us to drown 
a wagonload of kings. 

Emporia, Kansas Walt MoSOTl. 

Men of the Elbert Hubbard type are rare and I consider 
it a privilege to have numbered him among my personal 
friends &^ 5o» 
Atlantic City, N. J. Nettie E, Armhold. 



30 IN MEMORIAM 

ELBERT HUBBARD 
> — g^U, my friend, arc gone, and my heart is heavy. 
^mw €L You and I spoke from the same platform that 
last evening when you bade farewell to your loyal men 
and women 5^ 5«» 

You said you might not come back again, and it was 
tragically so. 

Your hand-clasp is still warm in mine, and your voice 
still speaks in gentle tones of love and counsel. 
You have gone home so soon, but you are God's and He 
has only taken back His own. 
New York City GrenvUle Kleiser. 

TO THE FRA 

'^P^E felt, and gave, what men supremely need, 
t I The loyal love of one great honest heart. 
And, from his breast, no transport didst depart. 
That was not freighted with a noble deed. 
Pittsfieid, Mass. GeoTQe Bcebe. 

y^VLBERT HUBBARD was very farseeing in his 
|r^ outlook on life; and although I never had the 
pleasure of seeing him, one could not pick up anything 
that he wrote without getting a fresh ray of hope. 

Chesterford Gardens p^^^^t D*^...-. 

Hampstead, London, N. W. LTTieSl mOWn, 



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HRA ELBERTUS is dead. The clay that housed 
his active mind and kindly critical spirit floats 
somewhere on the broad breast of the Atlantic with the 
flotsam and the jetsam. His loss is a part of the price we 
pay to Moloch. We shall miss him, for he was always 
entertaining and many times instructive. There will be 
no more Little Journeys, only the Long One. God rest 
his soul and temper ours. 
Chicago, III. W. E. Wroe, 

^w^HEREAS : Elbert Hubbard, a great Man, who was 

mil honored and loved by all who knew him, has 

fallen a victim to the atrocities of War. 

And Whereas: He was a Brother in our great and noble 

Order and was keenly interested in the development 

of Moosehcart, the Mecca of all Loyal Moose ; 

And Whereas: His broad sympathies, wise counsel and 

able leadership will be missed in his own school that 

he loved so well; 

Therefore, It is the unanimous sense of Indianapolis 

Lodge No. 17, Loyal Order of Moose, that we extend 

to you, The Roycrofters of East Aurora, New York, our 

heartfelt sympathy and Fraternal love in this your hour 

of sorrow. /^ei;. R, C. Smith, 

Lodge No. 17 Dr, H, W. McKom, 

Loyal Order of Moose A. A. WOTtiack, 

Indianapolis, Ind. Committee. 



32 IN MEMORIAM 

■ ni rn r- " " — — .. — — — — — — — — — . 

now many poor, discouraged, tired, heart- 
broken brain-workers have received new 
encouragement and energy that enabled 
them to struggle on, until they reached 
success ! And their reward for their honest efforts was 
all due to the sensible advice and encouragement given 
them by that wonderful, productive mind of Elbert Hub- 
bard. The inspirationable effect gained by his com- 
munications to his readers could not be overestimated, 
and will be missed by many thousands who turned to 
his writings for encouragement when they felt in need 
of it 5«» s«» 

No other man, since the days of Colonel Robert Inger- 
soll, has been able to coin the words that fit the situation 
and give the definition so briefly and so thoroughly as 
Elbert Hubbard. I knew him well ; he was a man, 
physically and mentally, capable of taking care of him- 
self in just such an emergency as that in which he lost 
his life ; but he was a man who would not spare his own 
life if those in his care might perish. Like many thou- 
sands of his friends, I look about me for his successor, 
but I can find no one. I am afraid we shall never see his 
like again. Elbert Hubbard, the man with the wonderful 
productive mind — hundreds of thousands of people arc 
better off for his having lived. 
pitchiiTN. Y. William Muldoon. 



I believe that no one can harm us but 
ourselves; that sin is misdirected energy; 
that there is no devil but fear ; and that 
the universe is planned for good. We know 
that work is a blessing, that Winter is as 
necessary as Summer, that Night is as 
useful as Day, that Death is a manifesta- 
tion of Life, and just as good. I believe 
in the Now and Here. I believe in you 
and I believe in a power that is in our- 
selves that makes for righteousness ^^ 5«. 



REQUIESCAT IN PACE 

OH the harbor of quaint old Queenstown 
Will guard your cherished dead ; 
A grander place could not be found, 
A tenderer pitying bed. 

The Irish heart is bursting 
With nature for mankind, 
The Irish surf will guard you well, 
'T is there sweet rest you '11 find. 

Oh the Queenstown wave caresses 
With Irish tears and sighs, 
And many a prayer will fall on you there 
From the seafaring passerby. 

The heart that is wildly waiting 

For the dear ones who went down 

Can never again sleep as peaceful and calm 

As you in the port of Queenstown. 

The Emerald tomb that holds you 
Wears sunshine on its breast; 
Not woe but the beautiful stillness of peace 
Seems to float on its opal crest. 

Mary Garrigan Barry. 




IS doom linked in history with a 
world-shaking event ; with the life- 
renewing, endlessly cleansing ocean 
for a sepulcher ; one in death as in 
life with the woman of his heart of 
hearts, Elbert Hubbard found the 
end appointed. 
How he faced that end, we know who knew how he 
lived — bravely, with a smile. 

His work lives on. That we know. There are hundreds 
of thousands of people whose lives are larger, broader, 
deeper, higher, because of Elbert Hubbard. He brought 
them into the noble companionship of the good and the 
great. He taught them the secret of delight in work well 
done in a spirit of love for others. He showed how 
living might be truly an art, how it might be a con- 
tinuous evolution of character in the individual, affect- 
ing with a forward and upward impulse the life of all. 
€[ Once, at East Aurora, I had followed the Fra, at some 
distance, as he drove a flock of sheep from the Roycroft 
Shop out to the farm. I sat down to rest on a stone. As I 
did so a man came along and sat down near me on 
another stone. 

" What do you think of that fellow? " said he, with a 
jerk of the thumb in the direction the Shepherd had 
taken do» &^ 

" He 's all right," I replied. 

" I should say he is," remarked the man. " I wish 
I could say all he's done for me." 5o» "Yes?" 



36 IN MEMORIAJVt 

" Yes. But for him I 'd never been anything but a poor 

Jew cigar drummer." 

*' What are you now? " 

" Well, I don't know. But I 'm not what I would have 

been but for him. God! When I think of all the fine big 

things in the world that I 'd never have known of but 

for him, I feel like — well, like a fellow who has been 

saved from death." 

" How was it? " 

" Oh, one day, in the smoking-room on a Pullman I 

picked up a book that some one had left there and I 

began to read it. It was a " Little Journey " — to the 

home of Harriet Martineau. I 'd never heard of her 

before, and I did n't quite catch on to a lot of what I 'd 

read, but it got me — I don't know how. She was n't 

thinking of the sort of thing I had been used to thinking 

was important. I 'd never read much but newspapers, 

you know. Well, I saw that the book was one of a list of 

books about other people. As I had time, I got and read 

them all." 

*' And then? " 

" Say, I was like Moses looking at the Promised Land. 

It was a new world, I tell you — all beautiful and glorious. 

The people he introduced me to meant something, and 

they seemed to tell me they were what all people might 

become." s>^ &^ 



IN MEMORIAM 37 

" But Moses never entered the Promised Land." 5«» 
" That 's the point. It does n't matter so much about 
Moses or about me. Other people did, other people 
would enter the Promised Land because Moses saw it." 
€1 This incident is the story, the moral, of Elbert 
Hubbard's larger life. He pioneered the many to the 
Mount of Vision, and the way he pointed out was taken 
by quite a few who brought vision to realization. 
No amount of criticism can obscure the fact that Elbert 
Hubbard was an extremely successful popularizer of 
culture, a quickener of perception, a stabilizer of incerti- 
tude of purpose, a propounder of the gospel of the 
satisfaction to be found in the possession of taste 5^ 
For the uncounted many he provided life with a mean- 
ing, discoverable in self-development. He set people 
who never heard of Hegel to externalizing themselves 
in their living, to eternalizing themselves in actualizing 
their ideas. 

Wherever his influence penetrated, there were and are 
and ever will be found men and women living for the 
greater honor and glory of manhood and womanhood. 
These people took and still take from him the cosmic 
view 5^ &^ 

His gospel was and is a gospel of enlargement, of free- 
dom. He bade people look into themselves and find the 
good, not alone in themselves but in others. He showed 



38 IN MEMORIAM 

them how they might put themselves "en rapport" with 
the world-tendencies, using those tendencies and being 
used by them for a fuller realization of personality and 
for a better ordering of society as a whole. Elbert 
Hubbard was a pragmatist before Bergson. 
Often enough his preaching was misunderstood. Looked 
at as he looked at it, there was nothing selfish in his 
doctrine. The only work worth while, he said, was work 
which served others. He did not disdain the world's 
rewards, but held they were only incidental. The reward 
was but compensation from those served. He preached 
the first great modern sermon on Efficiency, in " A Mes- 
sage to Garcia," but his was not the efficiency to be 
exacted of ** the other fellow." It did not take the form 
of getting the most work for the least money from the 
man necessity compelled to work for another. What the 
hand finds to do, he said, that do with all your might. 
" Act well your part ; there all the honor lies." 
Efficiency with Hubbard meant getting the best of your- 
self out of yourself — the leading out of your personality 
— education, in a word. 

The Fra took the world as he found it. Pretty nearly 
everything in the world had a reason for being there. If 
it was wrong, correct it. If right, use it to get all possible 
good out of it. Things once good had lapsed into mere 
superstitions. Institutions once beneficial had ossified 



IN MEMORIAM 39 

or petrified. Wipe them out or restore them in proper 
adjustment to changed conditions. 

He had no panacea for the world's ills : they were to be 
worked away by men and women with courage to tackle 
the job 5^ 5^ 

Hubbard's was essentially an individualist philosophy, 
of course ; but he held, and to an extent proved, that no 
one could do very much for himself without, of neces- 
sity, doing as much or more for others, all and sundry. 
He believed that the many could use the Superman for 
their own good, that the successful set a mark ever 
forward for an increasing number of other men eventu- 
ally to reach, as a point of departure for further advance. 
C While he believed in the successful man, he believed 
that all men could be successful, if they mastered them- 
selves to a purpose not wholly selfish. Elbert Hubbard 
never praised a man for getting rich, but for enriching 
others. He glorified no one for what that person got for 
himself, but for what that person gave to others. 
So much for his doctrine. The man himself was unique. 
There was no other American so self-contained — not 
self-centered. No small element of his indisputable 
charm was his perennial serenity. He was at peace with 
himself. However the wild world wagged or wobbled, 
the Fra was a calm at the heart of the storm. Nothing 
was of so much importance as not to lose one's balance. 



40 IN MEMORIAM 

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And his equanimity was marked by a large tolerance, 
for he even suffered fools gladly. Humor he had, 
because of that tolerance. He was not so self-contained 
that he could not step out of himself and take a look at 
himself, and laugh with you at the spectacle confronting 
him &^ &9^ 

In twenty years of friendship I never heard Elbert Hub- 
bard say a bitter word against anybody. I 've talked 
with him about people who abused him with tongue and 
pen, and he never responded in kind. Never have I 
known him to fail in real appreciation of any good work 
by any man. We did not always agree in our estimates 
of men or movements, but he was not a man to impute 
to others lowness of motive. His great strength was that 
he was sure of his own purposes, and did not waste 
time on the consideration of the purposes of others s^ 
He had a glorious inconsistency, too. Preaching the 
gospel of getting along on your own hook, he was not 
unready of help for those who could not make a go of it. 
We heard very little of those who got a lift from Hub- 
bard. We heard nothing of it from him. I know of those 
for whom he did much, with no reward but ingratitude. 
€[ In all the years I knew him he never failed me when 
I called on him for anything. And I never found him in 
the least vain of his success. He seemed devoted to the 
day's work, and he made every day a full day. I admired 



IN MEMORIAM 41 

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particularly the wonderful, quiet, absorptive quality of 
him, how he took in all kinds of information, how 
intuitively he understood character. 
His simpUcity made many people think him inscrutable. 
Even his public speeches I liked for their naivete. He 
talked of himself and of his work, of course ; but why 
not ? Were not they what the people came to hear about ? 
What had he to say other than: '* Be yourself, find your 
work and do it, and be kind " ? All those things he did. 
€i I found his writing's power, too, in its simplicity. I 
can not recall one piece of " fine writin' " in all his 
work. He put everything he had to say in the most 
direct fashion. His " style " was like none other. It was 
himself, easy yet firm, not overloaded with decoration, 
colloquial. What he had read, he had digested. What he 
thought he did not speak until he distilled the thought 
to its essence. He was wise in that he considered things 
dispassionately. 

At times I thought him, in personal contact, a mystic, 
and perhaps he was, but the mysticism blended ex- 
quisitely in his accord with commonsense. 
I don't recall that he ever went off very far after a 
theory. He was concerned with the world of here and 
now, with folk who are as they are, improvable probably, 
but hardly perfectable. He would have Time take its 
time with them evolutionally, with man helping where 



I 



42 IN MEMORIAM 

he could without stopping the machinery or getting 
caught in the cogs. 

But I might write of him endlessly in an attempt at 
analysis and then not get anywhere. There was that in 
Hubbard which would not analyze. It was something of 
an idiosyncracy with the universal and the particular. 
He seemed to take it all in, sympathetically enough, in 
that slow, steady smile of his. And he had a way of 
looking at people and just saying nothing that was dis- 
concerting to those who were shamming to themselves 
and to him. €[ "Bill," said he one day to me with mock 
solemnity, in Strauss' Studio, "Bill, it helps a heap in 
getting into and on to other people if you 're on to yourself. ' ' 

a LICE HUBBARD was a splendid woman, a 
noble specimen of her sex. She was a pre- 
ponderant factor in the making of Hubbard. 
She gave to him and fostered, after the 
giving, most of his idealism. She was his inspiration 
when, after a successful career in business, he took a 
special course in college. She loved him and she suffered 
for her love in silence during long years. 
A woman of strong character, with the urge of expres- 
sion upon her, nevertheless she effaced herself for his 
sake and bore uncomplainingly the burden of a con- 
tumely visited upon her by the misunderstanding many. 
€1 When in the course of the grinding years she 



IN MEMORIAM 43 

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emerged from the cloud that enveloped her, and took 
her place by his side, after passing through an ordeal of 
bitterness to them both, and to others, she stepped to 
her place shiningly, for all that she bore the traces of 
sadness and suffering in her face. She was a brave 
woman to do such a thing, but she did it without 
bravado &^ She took up her work in a nice simplicity, 
and when she spoke or wrote it was not for herself she 
did so, but for her sex. 

She brought the knowledge she had herself won in a 
finely sustained stand for convictions translated into 
act to the assistance of the cause of all women against 
subordination, splendid or squalid, of their individual- 
ity. For her experience she had paid her painful price, 
but the experience left in her no deposit of bitterness. 
il To East Aurora she came as one looked upon 
askance, and in, as we say, no time at all, she was the 
beloved mother of an institution of man and woman 
making value. With her advent began the greater pros- 
perity of the Roycroft establishment. 
Though the world does not know it, hers was the better 
business brain of the two. She put organization into the 
place. She expanded its scope. She brought it down 
from a rather misty idealism to a practical business 
undertaking &^ &^ 
While Hubbard preached abroad and planted, Alice, 



44 IN MEMORIAM 

like Apollos, watered, and the god who smiles on work 
gave the increase. Alice Hubbard was the business 
dynamo of the Roycroft Shop, and she made it pay better 
than it had ever paid before. She knew how to handle 
people, workers or purchasers, and much of Hubbard's 
supreme good sense consisted simply in " letting Alice 
have her way." 

She wrote well, like a man. She was not a sentimental- 
ist or a sensationalist. She wrote as one with an intense 
energy that scorned any pedestrianism in the style of 
verbal communication. All excess of decoration, all 
wordy fiddle-faddle, was burned away by the force and 
fire of her purpose. She asserted : she did not argue &^ 
Only those who knew well both Elbert and Alice knew 
the quality of their attachment. I so knew them, and I 
know that Alice's judgment upon any man or any 
matter of importance was the final determinant with 
Elbert. He would dream, but she held him to the 
purpose of doing. 

Between the two, they made the water-tank that was 
East Aurora into, after a fashion, one of the " Meccas 
of the mind " for many people just initiated in the 
kindergarten of culture. To know the Alice Hubbard 
who mothered the girls and boys of the Roycroft 
establishment was to know her at her womanliest best. 
C She always impressed me as a person of great power 



IN MEMORIAM 45 

in reserve. There was never evidenced in her any of 
that lack of inhibition said to be characteristic of 
femininity in conversation. She impressed me as one 
who had pondered deeply many things and reached 
conclusions. She had very broad views, but held them 
with a certain reticence. 

Her devotion to Elbert was not inconsistent with a 
humorous appreciation of what many of his critics said 
about him. She had less pose than he. 
And ghe was a splendid example of the large -viewed, 
modern mother, in her training and education of their 
daughter, the lovely physically, and suavely poised 
mentally, Miriam. 

Alice Hubbard was a woman of the new time, but yet a 
woman, and so, subordinated in fame to her partner. 
For all her capability in affairs she lacked nothing of 
tenderness — and among the things I like to remember 
is that she was always a firm and true friend to me 5«» 
Of the man's love for the woman who died with him I 
can not trust myself to write at any length. 
Once, walking at East Aurora, he spoke to me of her. 
He spoke in reverent wonder of her in the most pro- 
found gratitude for the amplitude she had given his life, 
of the affection she evoked in the little community of 
Roycrofters. " I can't tell you, Bill," he said. " I can't 
explain it to you ; it 's the divinest thing I know, the 



46 IN MEMORIAM 

power of Alice to make hearts glow all about her." &^ 
She vivij&ed his world, strengthened his spirit, softened 
him to gentler issues, put an inner fire of poetry into 
his pre-eminent practicality. Alice for him nobly repre- 
sented all women. Because of what she was to him he 
devoted himself to the cause of Woman. He could 
prophesy no better of the emancipation of the sex than 
that it would tend to make all women like Alice. What 
she imparted to him passed from him to the many who 
followed him. In their lives he and she were one and in 
death they were not divided. 

Elbert and Alice Hubbard were slain by War. In their 
slaying it is some consolation to see that War has 
torpedoed himself. Their dying has multiplied indefi- 
nitely the number of the enemies of War, the number 
of those with whom is a passion the hate of hate, the 
scorn of scorn, the love of love. Even in their ending 
these two served gloriously the cause of a higher 
humanity &^ £•» 

Their bodies are in old ocean's keeping, rocked in the 
endless rhythm of her heaving breast. But their spirits 
reign within our hearts, which, unlike the sea, will not 
give up their dead. 
St. Louis, Mo. William Marion Reedy. 

What the world really needs is more kindness. 



upon every face is written the record of the 
life the man has led: the prayers, the aspi- 
rations, the disappointments, all he hoped 
to be and was not — all are written there 
— nothing is hidden, nor indeed can be. 



FRA ELBERTUS 
^^^ IS was the mind that planned 
X-JJ The hand that wrought 
Far better than we knew 
In deed and thought. 

His was the master mind 

To do and dare. 
His was the wit 

To strip crude Falsehood bare. 

Here toiled the Craftsman 

Whom we all revered. 
Here lives the Monument 

That he hath reared. 

His was the Soul 

Superior to Fame ; 
'Mid the Immortals 

We enshrine his name. 
Eimira, N. Y. Homcr Hydc. 




Albert HUBBARD is gone. And to 
those of us who knew him as a friend 
the loss must always remain as a 
^ gap which can not be filled. Elbert 
Hubbard was unique. He made for 
himself a place in the literary history 
of America different from any of the 
others, but a place which many men would almost give 
their eyes to possess and be able to fill. 
The whole world will miss this man of strength, of 
virility, and of outspoken words. His marvelous, long- 
ago-written bit, " A Message to Garcia," was read by 
millions and in all countries, for it was translated and 
published in practically every language in use today. It 
gave a great throb of inspiration, of courage to many a 
struggling young man. His more recently written terse, 
sharp, fearless sentences, epigrams and essays, now so 
familiar to us all on both sides of the Atlantic, will 
become Classics and will be quoted for many years to 
come 5«^ i)^ 

And now our friend lies dead, and those " drops of ink," 
by which his wonderful mind permitted him to " make 
millions think," must dry and crystallize into recollec- 
tions only s>i^ 5«^ 

Many years I have known this man and as many years 
admired his extraordinarily original mind. In Chicago 
I first met him, and since that day, twenty-five or more 
years ago, I have watched his progress and the develop- 
ment of his most interesting enterprise, for Elbert 



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Hubbard did so much else besides writing ; and when a 
few weeks ago I received his letter telling me of his 
contemplated trip to England, I cabled my reply and the 
welcome which I knew that this, my adopted home of 
London, would give him. My page even yet bears the 
memorandum of expectation, for on the Seventh of May 
I had noted that my friend was to arrive, my friend who 
was to be my guest of honor at a dinner of literary men, 
journalists, public men and men well known in London, 
many invitations for which dinner I had already given, 
C They would have appreciated, enjoyed and admired 
him here in London, and we here and he would have 
been richer for his coming, because each would have 
felt his friendship increased ^^ But Elbert Hubbard 
is gone. It is n't death which disturbs. It must come 
to us all, and as I grow older its terrors to me have 
absolutely faded away, but it is the loss which makes 
my heart heavy and my eyes clouded with mist — the 
loss of that wonderful privilege — a friend. 

President Seljridge and Company, Ltd. rj /^«-^«-, Q^U-,-i,f^M 

London, Engfand. -«. Gordon Seljridge 



I 



The terrible news that has come to me of the sinking 
of the " Lusitania " brings to me a sorrow I must suffer 
in common with all those who have known Elbert Hub- 
bard and who have been helped by his great genius. 

Sarasota, Florida Rube AllyU, 



IN MEMORIAM 51 

MY MARTYRED FRIENDS 

nE was a king and doubly crowned, 
A king of hearts and intellect, 
Broad as the universe unbound, 
And unafraid, with head erect. 
He dared to speak his mind and tell 

The truth, and just because he knew 
Life's game, and how to do things well. 
He always hit the bull's-eye true. 

He was a man with soul so broad 

That while in Nature's fond embrace. 
We recognized the brand of God 

Reflected in his splendid face. 
We recognized the love he gave 

And love has played the noblest part 
In life^ yes and in death of brave 

Elbertus and his other heart. 

She was a queen, his consort true 

As tempered steel, her womanhood 
Builded far better than she knew. 

Living and dying, making good. 
Sprinkling the sunshine of success. 

And representing all the arts. 
Imbued with love and tenderness. 

Dear Roycroft king and queen of hearts. 



52 IN MEMORIAM 

My king he was, my queen was she 

Since once beside a singing brook, 
I called him Pard, and her Pardee, 

When Elbert said, "We '11 print your book." 
My hat is off, my eyes a-sluice. 

Dear King and Queen, 't is Heaven's brew 
That wets my soul and jars it loose, 

Because of love I have for you. 

And surely He who reigns above, 

Who notes the sparrow's fall, will see 
That those who give so much of love 

Will share His reciprocity. 
And sure as Christ was crucified 

By Hell's most cruel pirate crew, 
Thus be the Kaiser classified. 

These martyrs died for me and you. 

These heroes unprepared, unwarned. 

Unconscious of the devilish game 
Of sending innocence unarmed. 

To that eternal " Hall of Fame." 
O King of Kings, uphold the right. 

Let wisdom rule that war may cease; 
But if we arc compelled to fight. 

Let 's fight for Universal Peace ! 
San Marciai. N. M. *'Capt. Jack** Crawford. 




IN MEMORIAM 53 

Y dear old friend! The tears come at the 
thought that I 've seen your smiHng counte- 
nance, grasped your kindly hand, received 
your friendly letter for the last time — Until 

Eternity &—■ &^ 

Fate has played you ill. And yet methinks, I can see 

you cool, collected and prepared to die ; aye, when 

Charon's craft hove into sight. 

Your creeds were all golden wisdom, tempered with 

kindness and love. 

The sweet memory of your creed of charity, love and 

helpfulness, will ever remain indelible on the inner 

walls of our heart. 

I have not only read all your philosophic teachings, 

adopting most of them, but I have known you intimately, 

and can only designate you, as has been termed of 

another great man : 

" With malice toward none — 
With kindness to all." 

Philadelphia, Pa. Robert H. G. SmeltzeY. 

^C\HE unfortunate ending of the late Elbert Hub- 
^^ bard is a distinct loss to every good citizen of the 
United States. I always have been an ardent admirer 
of his teachings, which will be an everlasting monument. 

Sergeant-Major 13th Cavalry rj^,,*.. A Tf^^^T 

Columbus. N. M. Henry A. tsootz. 




54 IN MEMORIAM 

LICE HUBBARD always stood bravely before 
the world in the advocacy of the cause of 
woman, using her fine literary gifts un- 
sparingly in the setting forth of woman's 
right to be considered one half of the human race, and 
in defense of all womanhood against the blatant cruelty 
and injustice of the social order. She had the broadest 
possible human sympathies ; she looked with kindly 
gaze upon man, woman and child — censuring none, 
denouncing none. In a word, she embodied to the full 
the rounded character eminently worthy of Elizabeth 
Barrett Browning's noble apostrophe to George Sand : 
" Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man." 
Moyian, Pa. DoctoT Anna Howard Shaw. 



X THINK of Elbert Hubbard as a remarkable 
example of self-achievement, kindly judgment of 
others, keen business insight, indefatigable industry, 
a man with a Big Idea and fearless in its expression and 
I hope permanent realization. I recall my long conversa- 
tion with Mrs. Hubbard, her womanly courtesy, her 
wit, her thoughtfulness. As I glance up at the volumes 
of " Fras " and ** Philistines " on my shelves I can not 
refrain from feeling that I too have lost friends in this 
tragic war. 

The Curry Memorial School of Education Air , r rr ii /^ j 

University of Virginia Alfred L. Hall-Quesi, 



IN MEMORIAM 55 

# cShOUSANDS upon thousands have been inspired 
^^^ and ennobled by the writings of Elbert Hubbard. 
He was loved and reverenced by a nation. It is a mis- 
take to say that he commercialized his talents. If he 
made literature profitable it was on account of the 
inherent worth of what he said. He removed the rubbish 
— looked behind the veneer — said what he thought, not 
what others thought, accepted truth in its humblest 
garb, and rejected error though fostered by power. 

Continental State Bank p-^^^.'^ A n^ii:.^^ 

Gwesbeck. Texas FrOTlClS A. CoUinS, 

*\TR0NG Heart, true Heart, 
You 've gone the way of men ! 
Great Heart, fine Heart, 
Beyond the old world's ken. 
'T will be a many weary year, 
Till we see your like again. 
New York City Jcssie Torbox Beols, 

IT was never my pleasure to meet a more attractive 
personality than Elbert Hubbard. There will be 
no one to take his place. No man of modern times was so 
amply endowed with brains as he, and now "that he is 
no more an inhabitant of the earth the larks miss him 
and the lions mourn the bravest of the brave." 

Talladega. Ala. LeWy Bowie. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



XN coinnioii with unnumbered thousands I have 
found much that was satisfying, pleasure -giving 
and helpful in the writings of that brilliant and mis- 
understood philosopher, Elbert Hubbard. 
He made the world brighter for many a man and woman, 
and therefore he lived not in vain. 

Perhaps there was a false note now and tlicn in his 
work, but, even so, the words of true philosophy and the 
doctrines of sincere optimism he spoke and preached, 
and the sunshine he scattered along the pathways of 
men, far outbalanced any shortcomings, and he made 
no claim to being perfect. 

Elbert Hubbard will be missed, greatly missed, but his 
memory will be kept green in many a heart that found 
solace, comfort and pleasure in his written works .^«^ 
crand Junction. Colo. Mts. Moiide W. Buntiug . 




Men are valuable just in proportion 
as they are able and willing to work 
in harmony with other men *•► .>•- 



TO ELBERT AND ALICE HUBBARD 
REAT Lights whose virile tho'ts blazed 'round the 



world 



In signal gleams and gleams that 'wakened men, 
The silent deep has claimed thee for its own ; 
We may not hear thy cheery tones again. 

Silence profound — and Ocean's trackless waste ; 

No fiower'd mound where we may kneel in tears : 
But ah, 't is needed not — such souls as thine 

Shall be remember'd through eternal years. 

Thy voices now are hush'd — thy presses still ; 

And naught save " Silent Essays " thrill each pen : 
Great world-gaps have ye left — and yet thy words 

Still live and vibrate in the hearts of men ! 

New York City OUvC G. Owetl 




HE first time the ** Lusitania " made 
a trip across the ocean I was a pas- 
sen^^er on her. I have been a pas- 
^ sender on her many times since i>^ 
Every voyage on that ship for me 
was a pleasant one. She has carried 
my friends coming and |^oinj[J. I have 
marked my mail " S. S. Lusitania," and I have watched 
for the mail, the propositions and the contracts she has 
brought me 5^ !)^ 

When the " Lusitania " sailed for the last time she had 
eleven of my friends on board. But in spite of all this, 
when I learned of the disaster which had overtaken her 
my first thought was of the safety of Elbert Hubbard .oo» 
It would surely be a comparatively simple trick to build 
another ** Lusitania," but an impossibility to produce 
another Elbert Hubbard. 

The most flattering portrait that the greatest artist of 
all the world and all the ages might paint would fail to 
give the music of the old-time voice. The greatest 
sculptor could not give the old-time grip of the hand .•)•► 
The greatest assets the world possesses are its great 
minds. When a great mind goes, the world is indeed 
poorer .'i©* .i** 

Hubbard was a great mind. 

We would be barbarians still if we depended alone 
upon the strength and endurance of human labor. 
The progress of the world is measured by brain-throbs 
and not by centuries. 



60 IN MEMORIAM 



Hubbard meant much to me, and if I had his wonderful 
ability to condense a nebulous cloud into one small and 
perfect crystal of thought, and then express that thought 
in simple and beautiful language, I could preach many 
a sermon from the life and work of Elbert Hubbard, 
plant many a guidepost along the road of human prog- 
ress, and lighten the load of human burdens. 
But we can't all be extraordinary. Some of us must 
work with our hands and feet to load and carry the 
bricks to build the temple which the Great Architect 
has designed. 

While I still belong to the " hands and feet " brigade, 
I aspire to be a master workman in my own field, and 
Elbert Hubbard has helped me much in that aspiration. 
C. It was his " Message to Garcia " that first awakened 
my keen interest in Hubbard and commended him to 
my admiration. The *' Message to Garcia " was also a 
message to me. It has been a message to others, and 
can be a message to those yet unborn. 
Since my appreciation was first awakened I have 
enjoyed much pleasure and profit from the work of 
Elbert Hubbard. 

It is hard to think that such a dynamic mind has been 
silenced forever. It seems as though it must be only a 
bad dream. 
And yet measured by the work he has done, the people 



IN MEMORIAM 61 

he has known, and the part he has played in the affairs 
of men, Elbert Hubbard has lived several lifetimes a^ 
Most lives are pitifully narrow, even though they may 
stretch beyond the traditional period of threescore years 
and ten ; but his life, although short, was along the 
broad highway, and he was a part of or was in touch 
with almost every human activity, and so when calcu- 
lated from proper measurements of his life's dimen- 
sions he had lived much. 

Whenever I met Hubbard, even if it were no more than 
a momentary accidental meeting that did not go beyond 
a give-and-take " josh " on both sides, yet I parted 
from him with a scrap more of either wisdom or inspira- 
tion &^ s^ 

The man who can give inspiration to those he meets is a 
success indeed, even though he rests in an unmarked 
grave. Our lives are short at best, but things we do may 
live forever. 

Hubbard knew the world better than the world knew 
him, and, while he made his mark, and a brilliant one, 
it will grow in size and brilliancy as time rolls on ^•^ 
In his daily life he was an animated sermon on the 
delightful trinity of life as it should be — Good Humor, 
Good-Fellowship and Good Health. 

He was a fearless writer, and little minds were often 
prejudiced against him by little things he wrote. 



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He would have had more friends in this generation had 
he been more of a demagogue ; but he will be loved and 
remembered by coming generations when the dema- 
gogues of this generation are forgotten — or, if these 
demagogues are remembered at all, they will simply be 
remembered as being so weak that for the mere sake 
of gaining an indifferent livelihood they could not help 
but play and prey on the base passion of hate in their 
fellowmen s^ &^ 

If one has talent either as a writer or as a talker they 
find the shortest road to popularity is to misuse their 
talents by filling the working-people's minds with 
fancied wrongs. 

Hubbard chose to coax music and harmony from the 
less responsive chord of good-fellowship rather than 
applause from the oversensitized chord of prejudice &^ 
He not only did not fill the working-people's minds with 
fancied wrongs, but he established industries and filled 
the working-people's pay-envelopes with real money 
with which they could buy the comforts of life. 
Elbert Hubbard, for a man possessed with a heart, was 
one of the best businessmen I ever knew. As a creator 
of business enterprise he made a grand success ; and if 
we had one man for every ten thousand of population 
with the creative and business genius of Elbert Hub- 
bard, unemployment would disappear and our country 



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would be prosperous beyond the most optimistic dream 
of the most optimistic dreamer. 

Hubbard was versatile and a success from no matter 
what viewpoint he will be judged. 

Most men depend upon imitation for success. Elbert 
Hubbard was creative and original, and the foundation- 
stone of his success was initiation, not imitation. 
He was kind and optimistic. He preached the gospel of 
usefulness and happiness. 

He would not want his friends to be plunged in gloom 
over his untimely death ; and if he had been compelled 
to meet his fate alone, without thinking of the distress 
of others, we know how grandly he would have played 
his part. He would have sent back to us all a pleasing 
and consoling message. 

If I should meet a similar fate my friends could build 
no monument that would please me so well as to give 
the broadest possible application to the work I had 
finished, and to carry on to its full harvest the work I 
was doing when death struck the tools from my hands. 
€1 Let those of us who knew him, loved him and ad- 
mired him, give the widest application to the work he 
has done, by giving the widest possible circulation to 
what he has written. C. Let us do what we can to give 
the magazines he founded the influence and use- 
fulness that they would have attained had he lived &^ 



64 IN MEMORIAM 



He can not write more, but we can carry his messages 
that teach usefulness and produce happiness to those 
who have never heard them 5^ I will try to do my 
duty whether you do yours or not ; but surely we can 
steal a minute from the day now and then, or more often 
an hour from our sleep, to carry the work Elbert 
Hubbard has done, and the work he was doing, to 
those who will appreciate his labors as much as we do. 
€L So with this appeal, and the willingness and deter- 
mination to do my part, I will go back to plow and 
plant in my own field. 
New York City Hemt/ L. Dohexty. 

a MASTER mind, a kindly and benign soul, a big, 
generous, wholesome heart, a mental Colossus 
— Hubbard's passing has shocked us inexpressibly. 
Alice Hubbard, the beautiful soul, has accompanied 
him on his journey to the beyond. 

They radiated goodness. They bettered the world for 
their living. 

Our grief is poignant and we falter at English in our 
feeble eflfort to reflect this. 

Joseph Beifeld, 
Frank W. Bering, 
Hotel Sherman Eugene V, Beifeld, 

Chicago, III. Ernest L. Beifeld. 



IN MEMORIAM 65 

^^^ I -^ WANT you all to accept my heartfelt 

I sympathy in the loss of those who were 

' I father and mother to you. The blow was 

^J^-*-^^ hard. I wish the whole world knew Fra 

Elbertus as I knew him. 

I know that he believed in the Fatherhood of God, and 
the Brotherhood of Man, as gentle as a child, as brave 
as a lion. I know he loved God's Book, the Book of all 
Books, for he told me the Bible was his companion — 
but how he did hate sham and hypocrisy. 
I have often told him I wished he had the childlike 
faith in the Son of God that I have. I hope that he who 
is to take his place among you in East Aurora may have 
the mantle fall from Father on Son. 

New York City JOTTieS S. CoWOrd. 

HRA ELBERTUS was more determined than Napo- 
leon; more brilliant than IngersoU; more loving 
than Lincoln; history will record him as such and his 
works and deeds will be a divine inheritance for 
posterity 5«» 5^ 

United States Indian Service ChorleS G. Mouis. 

We have all suffered a great loss ; nevertheless, 
although gone, their spirit will ever remain with us. 

Young Men's Hebrew Association »t /-i r^^^^^jz^ij 

Brooklyn, N. Y. N. C. Greenfield, 

President. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



CHE friendship that Elbert Hubbard had for me, 
and which it is possible I may not have as deeply 
considered as I should, was none the less something 
not overlooked and which now, when these words to 
you can mean nothing to him, was real and lasting. Some 
few of his letters I have before me, the earliest being 
datgd December Second, Eighteen Hundred Ninety- 
five. I shall place it with a copy of his first volume 
received by me so many years ago. I well remember the 
impression that his " Message to Garcia " produced 
not only upon the millions but upon a single individual, 
myself. It is one of the minor masterpieces, but it is a 
masterpiece that I hope will go on making its appeal 
for many a year to come. 

Portland, Maine ThomOS Bird MoshCT, 




Prayer is an emotional exercise ; an 
endeavor to bring the will into a state 
of harmony with the Divine Will ; a rest 
and a composure that gives strength 
by putting us in position to partake 
of the strength of the Universal ^t* &^ 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

nE saw the Good in every man, 
In every nation, tribe and clan. 
He could not see that " Adam fell " 
And doomed the race to endless hell ! 
But said. that Christ would make us men — 
Now, here on earth, and then, 
Whate'er our lot may be, 
Entombed in graveyard, lake or sea, 
" The life we 've lived is what will tell " 
And fix in us a heaven or hell 
From which we never can escape 
By any law, or rule or Fate. 
He loved the trees and native birds 
And plead for them with earnest words. 
When some would doubt the writer's pen 
" Elbertus " spoke to brainy men 
And said to every one of these, 
" This is the Brother to the Trees." 

Kent, Ohio Johti Dovey. 




HE " Little Journeys " are ended : 
the long journey on the Great 
Adventure has been begun. May 
^ Great Soul and Twin Soul fare well 
at its ending. Beneath the fronds of 
sea-palms Elbert Hubbard and the 
elect lady of the "White Hyacinths" 
hand in hand lie together. 

There is no question about this fact. Their lives together 
prove that even the mad rush of the wondering waters 
as the stately ship settled to her doom could not have 
sundered these two. There could have been no place in 
a departing boat for this woman with the man of her 
heart not at her side. 

When the world hereafter shall think of the two great 
tragedies of the sea, two women will stand out above 
the wrack and horror, filling the eyes with tears and 
prompting hearts to give out more of tenderness and 
love — Mrs. Isador Straus and Alice Hubbard. 
Was it not John Boyle O'Reilly who wrote, " The world 
was made when a man was born "? I never think of 
Elbert Hubbard that that line does not come into my 
mind &^ s«» 

Outside of his wonderful intellectual gifts, Elbert Hub- 
bard was a man plus. It is twenty years since I first met 
him. In Eighteen Hundred Ninety-five, I think it was, 
I picked up a magazinelet called, " The Philistine." 
Just then the small magazine was a fad. More than one 
thousand were attempted, and one only has lived &^ 



70 IN MEMORIAM 

"The Philistine" had more wit, more good-natured 
satire, more spirit, more virility, than all the big maga- 
zines put together. 

It had struck an entirely new note in current literature. 
It was as audacious as a spring breeze, as cocksure of 
itself as a college graduate, as good-natured beneath its 
satire and wit as a young girl at her first party. 
I could not believe so good a thing could last, and later 
I learned that it was only proposed to issue a number or 
two — tenderly but surely flay a few Pharisees of letters 
— and then let it subside. 

But so great was the interest taken by those who were 
later to become the worldwide Roycroft family that its 
continuance was announced, and I was one of the 
earliest subscribers. 

And now for twenty years no number but I have read, 
as well as every one of the marvelous " Little Journeys," 
'• The Fra," and every book that ever came from this 
great brain. 

A year later I met the man. And for all these years, 
though we have met but seldom, the wonderful strength 
of mind and heart and body of Elbert Hubbard has been 
to me an inspiration. 

His capacity for work was almost my chiefest delight 
in him. If he ever knew fatigue no one else knew that 
he knew it. He relaxed at times, but it was like the 



IN MEMORIAM 71 

stretching of a great lion — simply getting the limbs in 
position for a more fierce attack. I can imagine that in 
the Roycroft shops there were no shirkers. With such 
an example before them men could not be idle s^ Men 
have told me that Elbert Hubbard had his faults. Thank 
God ! What a drab world this would be if men were 
perfect ! It would abolish Christianity, and make virtue 
a drug in the market. Only by striving can an ideal be 
reached, and once it is reached the work of life is ended. 
^ ' am told that Elbert Hubbard sat at meat with 
licans and sinners. And I know of Another One who 
d the same thing. And for it men reviled Him and at 
iast crucified Him. 

I have heard that Elbert Hubbard took the woman who 
had known sin and gave her his hand, and a word of 
cheer, and a place to work and forget, and a way to walk 
by which she could come back to her womanhood. And 
that Other One did the same thing, and let one of the 
lost bathe his feet, and wipe them with her hair, and 
He went to the Cross. But the Man of Sorrows never 
complained, not even when the five wounds were 
sucking out his life's blood; and Elbert Hubbard 
laughed at what the Pharisees said and went his way 
rejoicing 5^ s^ 

I know that men with the prison pallor came to him and 
told their story and their need, and this man opened 



72 IN MEMORIAM 

the door of hope and walked pari way with these con- 
demned ones toward a new life, and other men con- 
demned him. But these other men were not worthy to 
unloose the latchets of his shoes. 

It was the Man of Sorrows who said to one of these 
malefactors, " This night shalt thou be with me in 
Paradise." And the weak world asks us to accept the 
Man of Galilee and then sneers when we try to follow 
Him !^ &^ 

It has been said that Hubbard took other men's thoughts 
and rewrote them. I do not doubt it in the least. But I 
have never been able to find a writer or a public speaker 
who did not do the same thing. 

And with Holmes let us say, " 'T is his at last who says 
best." 

The paper-capped workman in Amsterdam takes a dull 
stone and works with it at his wheel until thirty-two or 
sixty-four gleaming facets make it a gem fit for a 
queen's throat. And so the real thinker takes the dull 
pebble thoughtlessly thrown by the poor workman on 
the printed page, and makes it sparkle as a royal gem, 
^ There was one over at Stratford, known upon a time 
as Will Shakespeare, who was a master mind at steal- 
ing (if you prefer the word) the thoughts of other men ; 
but those other men are unnamed and unknown today, 
and the gentle Will is still the Best Seller in all languages 



IN MEMORIAM 73 

and among all peoples ! €1. I have no grievance against 
that man who takes my old lamps and gives me new 
ones in exchange for them, especially when my lamps 
were of the old-time oil style and the new ones are 
electric &^ &^ 

If the readers of "The Philistine" were as familiar as 
myself with the public speech of many men (through 
my nearly forty years' work as a lecturer in the Lyceum 
and the Chautauquas), they would be surprised at the 
amount of matter used in lecture, sermon and address 
that was originally coined by Elbert Hubbard. 
I know that I seldom make an address that a Hubbard- 
ism does not come as naturally into my thought as the 
•' Ladies and Gentlemen " with which I begin my 
speech s^ *^ 

I doubt if any writer of any time has so enriched 
literature and speech with gems of fancy and of direct 
appeal as has this man asleep where the waves chant 
his requiem. 

Much of Hubbard's work was necessarily ephemeral. 
But a wonderfully great part of it will live forever ^^ 
The world will never let go of the lesson taught in 
"A Message to Garcia." 

" White Hyacinths " has strengthened love in thou- 
sands of homes. 
His business talks have increased the nation's wealth 



74 IN MEMORIAM 

through giving men the knowledge of doing better 
work, and increasing the output. His clear brain took 
the toil out of work and business management and 
made both a joy and a delight. C. And the man who 
works as one who knows he is doing good work soon 
does more work, and that means more wealth. 
Above all the varied output of this stilled brain I 
believe the worthiest was the " Little Journeys." I 
have them all, and a library of one hundred times the 
volume could not give me the knowledge of these great 
men and women that the monographs of the "Journeys" 
have given me &^ &^ 

They were audacious, witty, informative, pathetic, at 
times really impudent. Why, there are " Journeys " 
purporting to tell of a great man that are nothing in the 
world but the story of Elbert Hubbard. 
Take his Lincoln, for instance. You read page after page 
about Elbert Hubbard, and all at once he seems to 
remember that he started to write about Lincoln, and 
slips in a paragraph or two. Then some more Hubbard, 
and then back to the Emancipator. It is delightfully 
inconsistent, and really somewhat impudent ; but hear 
me, when you have finished those few pages you know 
Lincoln, the man, better than you ever knew him 
before, and better than you can know him if you memo- 
rize the big life of Lincoln by Nicolay and Hay &^ &^ 



IN MEMORIAM 75 

And so in all the '* Journeys," this wonderful brain 
caught only the salient things, the needed things, the 
life and work of the man or the woman, and in a mono- 
graph of a dozen pages he put what other men would 
require two volumes to tell. And the two volumes would 
forget to put in the soul of the man written of, and this 
was what Hubbard never forgot. At the end of the 
" Little Journeys " you know the real man or woman — 
soul, brain and body — as well as about the little things 
that made up his or her life. 

And so these ** Journeys " are to be the literary monu- 
ment of Elbert Hubbard, and I doubt not the day will 
soon come when they will be as universally used as 
textbooks in our schools as are the speller and the 
geography &9^ s^ 

But the life of labor is ended. The skies were so fair, 
the future was so bright, but the end must come 5«» 
I shall not think of it as a tragedy. I have said that 
Elbert Hubbard was a man, plus. A man who has lived 
well can always die well. The man who has not feared 
life, but met its every demand with a smile, who has 
known want and bitter toil, yet laughed and sang as 
cheerily as when wealth and fame and honor found him, 
will not fear death. 

And then he was not alone. The woman whose pen was 
as ready as his own to plead for the betterment of the 



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world of men and women, and who had been his 
companion in work and play for years, was beside him 
at the last. 

And when it was seen that there was no hope of life, I 
am ^oing to feel that Elbert and Alice Hubbard, smiling 
as on the little journeys they had been wont to take 
together about East Aurora, went smiling to see what 
the Great Adventure might be. 

And as they journey on the quest, unafraid, content, 
may the gods on that wonderful highway be good to 
them, for they were good to us ; and if tears and love 
can help them as they fare farther and farther into the 
Silence, they have them in abundance out of the grate- 
ful memories of those to whom these lives were a 
blessing and a benediction. 
Hamilton, Ohio Lou J. Beauchomp. 

a LICE and Elbert Hubbard were two of the bright- 
, est and most beautiful characters that blessed 
this world of ours. While we mourn the great loss — the 
irreparable loss — we can feel a deep pride and thank- 
fulness for the great good they have both done and the 
lasting examples of their greatness and goodness which 
they have fortunately left in their writings, as a rich 
inheritance for future generations. 
Boston. Mass. Stephen E. Barton. 



IN MEMORIAM 77 



VJ^^^^HERE are four grades of people from the 

m C^\ viewpoint of efficiency. 

^^ J First, the Indifferent. 

^^^^^^ Second, the Student. 

Third, the Adept. 

Fourth, the Master. 

Elbert Hubbard was a master in his chosen kind of 

work: a Master Philosopher, a Master Writer, a Master 

Advertising Man, a Master Salesman. 

There are four grades of intelligence : Ignorance, 

Knowledge, Learning and Wisdom. 

Elbert Hubbard was a man of Wisdom. 

There are four grades of people from the viewpoint of 

mental vision: 

The man who looks no further ahead than the present 

is mentally blind. 

The one who plans for a year is a General. 

The one who plans for a lifetime is a Genius. 

The one who plans for generations yet to be is a Seer — 

a Prophet. 

Hubbard was a Seer — he was one of the Prophets of 

his time. 

There are two planes of human consciousness: Self 

and the Universal. 

Hubbard was on the upper deck — the universal, the 

cosmic £•• d^ 



78 IN MEMORIAM 

Bi^ in body; big in brain; big in emotion; big in will; 
and that is what makes the big all-around man. 
When the " Lusitania " was torpedoed and Hubbard 
sank into the sea, the light of a literary and philosophical 
genius was extinguished. No ; that is not true. His light 
is not gone out ; it still shines and will continue to 
radiate the light of wisdom for generations yet to be. 
Elbert Hubbard and Alice Hubbard are not dead. 
d Though their bodies be made food for fishes, their 
minds will live through the books which they have 
written and the deeds which they have done 5#» They 
have earned their rest, and the verdict of the many is, 
••Well done!" 5#- ^ 

Area, III. A. F, SheldOfl. 

I AM one of those who learned to love Elbert 
Hubbard through knowing him and reading him. 
C I am proud to say that James Whitcomb Riley has 
written me the following lines: •• Hubbard's was a 
mountain spirit, free, strong and utterly untrammeled 
in this very complicated world of ours. We can ill aflFord 
to lose his voice." 
And Riley is right ! 

And I belong to that goodly portion of the world that is 
deeply interested in The Roycrofters. 

Highland. Kansas WarTCn KitZmilleT. 



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^W^ HEREAS, In the unspeakable disaster which 
\|y overtook the " Lusitania," Elbert Hubbard, a 
friend and fellow Jovian, has been taken from us, and 
Whereas, By his untimely end, not only the electrical 
fraternity, but the whole country suffers the loss of one 
who has enriched its literature, encouraged its arts, and 
exalted the place of electricity in the world's work, and 
Whereas, We ourselves no longer will enjoy the match- 
less wit and good counsel which he freely gave us, now, 
therefore, be it 

Resolved, That we, the " Chicago Jovian League," 
record our heartfelt sympathy for the loss of our well- 
beloved friend, " Era Elbertus," and 
Resolved, That a copy of this Resolution be engrossed 
and presented to the members of his family who sur- 
vive him i>9» D^ T? J ' n IT 

Frederic P. Vose, 
Chicago, III. Johu G. Learned, 

May 10, 1915 Gcorgc R. Jones, 

Committee. 

XHAVE never been to your wonderful country, 
nor have I seen Elbert Hubbard over here, but 
for years past I have read with great delight so much 
that he has written that it is as though one knew him 
intimately. 

Editor "Engineering Notes" Uanni J MnrHt>n 

London, England tienry J. Moraen. 



80 IN MEMORIAM 



XT is my belief that Elbert and Alice Hubbard 
have only begun their great career. Is 
Lincoln dead? Are Robert and Elizabeth 
Browning dead? They represent immortality 
such as only work and achievement of the world's 
master minds can, and, as the succeeding years roll on, 
what they lived for, what they struggled for, what they 
accompUshed, takes on greater life, renewed activity, 
until erelong the world accepts them as the perfected 
great teachers of mankind — the unit of the Divine. The 
Master of Nazareth attained immortality, not of the 
discarded earthly physical body, but the immortality 
of the Divine elements toward which this short experi- 
ence is but a step by which we are able to gain an added 
atom. And so Elbert and Alice Hubbard — the immortal 
— are ever present, active, alive and potent for good. 
They would regret our bowing our heads in sorrow 
because their physical identity is lost. Let us rejoice in 
a keener appreciation of their worth which must be felt 
in the evolution of mankind; and in the hours of un- 
certainty we shall find in them a guiding light, and in 
their work a book of reference to illumine our path. 

Los Angeles, CaL ^dw. Monis. 

Get your happiness out of your work or you will 
never know what happiness is. 




IN MEMORIAM 81 

'T the weekly meetin/:J of the Fort Worth 
(Texas) Advertising Men's Club, Wednes- 
day, May Twelfth, Nineteen Hundred 
Fifteen, sorrow and regret were expressed 
at the untimely death of Elbert Hubbard, of East 
Aurora, New York, and the committee then appointed 
to draft resolutions to suitably express the sentiments 
of the Club, submits the following: 
Whereas : Elbert Hubbard was an author and writer of 
international fame; a student of Nature; a lover of 
mankind; a genius in original thought; an educator of 
the highest order; an inspirer to grander and nobler 
things; a star of the first magnitude in the advertising 
field, and 

Whereas: He honored this Club by accepting an invi- 
tation to share its hospitality, and further contributed 
most generously to its edification, by one of his instruct- 
ive talks on Optimism and Advertising, and 
Whereas: Elbert Hubbard was elected, then and there, 
by a unanimous vote, to a life membership in the Fort 
Worth Advertising Men's Club, and 
Whereas: Death has brought the plans of a long and 
useful life to an untimely end, and robbed Home, Nation 
and Mankind of a Spartan among men, therefore be it 
Resolved: That the Fort Worth Advertising Men's Club 
do honor, and show respect to the memory of its 



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IN MEMORIAM 



distinguished member by rising, and remain standing 

during the reading of these resolutions, and be it 

further 

Resolved: That this Club express its realization of the 

irreparable loss to itself and to all mankind in being 

robbed of a " Man among men" ; who gave to the world 

more than he claimed for himself; bestowing high 

and noble aspirations upon his fellowmen, love upon 

children, and kindness upon animal life, and had thus 

attained the pinnacle of unqualified success; and be it 

further 

Resolved : That a copy of these Resolutions be spread 

upon the minutes of the Club, a copy be sent to the 

sorrowing home at East Aurora, New York, and copies 

be given to the press. 

r. J. Williams, 
C, A. Gilliam, 

Fort Worth Advertising Men's Club Lcwis H. Tandy, 



Fort Worth, Texas 



Committee. 




The big reward is not for the man 
who will lighten our burdens, but 
for him rather who will give us 
strength to carry them ^^ ^•^ 5^ 



HUBBARD 

XNTO the sea's soft arms 
Thy peerless form hath passed; 
Imbedded in the deep 
Thy rest is sweet at last. 

Thy trustful soul serene 

Knew naught of fear nor frown ; 

The soothing swoon of sleep 
Hath won thee fame's renown. 

So strong through still and storm; 

Thy part the hero's part: 
All honor now is thine ; 
Immortal now thou art. 
Reading, Pa. Nathaniel Ferguson. 




HE best thing about Elbert Hubbard 
/ was what one may call the " play- 
boy " quality. He was good fun. He 
v3 added to the gaiety of nations — at 
all events, to the gaiety of the 
American nation, the only nation 
that could have produced him, or 
could understand him 5«» £•» 

On a bed-rock of shrewd Yankee farmer was super- 
imposed a composite, rather than a complex, personality. 
He was inhabited by many co-operating opposites — 
that, as was natural, never quite blended, to the outside 
observer, at all events, in one consistent whole. His 
methods, mannerisms, attitudes and activities derived 
from many traditional American strains. There was in 
him something of a Methodist preacher, something of 
an Ingersoll freethinker, much of the old-time itinerant 
printer and journalist, with a hankering after scholar- 
ship and a turn for philosophy, a little of the strolling 
player, something of the cowboy, and very much of the 
old-fashioned medicine-man. 

Perhaps he genuinely believed himself to be something 
of a prophet. At all events, whatever else he believed, 
he made a good showing of believing in himself — 
though I am inclined to think that that belief included 
more of a saving grace of humility in it than his 
dramatic egoism made appear : an egoism mercifully 
tempered with humor, always modified by a private 
wink for his friends. His role was that of the great man 



86 IN MEMORIAM 

— a role more or less forced upon him by followers, for 
whose sake he had to live up. 

Those followers were somewhat heterogeneous — he 
had a private humorous eye on them, too — and, on the 
whole, I feel that he deserved a better brand of disciple. 
He had it in him to command an audience more fit than 
he achieved, but his catholic empiricism attracted an 
unfair percentage of the half-baked and the hysterical. 
He was too hospitable to cheap heresies, and his own 
central good sense was obscured by a cloud of witness- 
ing cranks, faddists and quack-salvers. 
While one admires his capacity for going his own way, 
in defiance of the scoffer, it would have done him no 
harm sometimes to heed his critics, some of whom had a 
genuine affection for him, and were anxious to keep him 
in the paths of his earlier ideals. 

He saw too many half and quarter truths, and truths 
that were but a tenth part true, and his mistake was to 
endorse them all as of equal value. His wholesome belief 
in thrift and industry, in personal push and efficiency, 
led him to glorify the capacity of " getting there " at all 
costs ; and in his later development, I am afraid — 
though I should prefer to think myself wrong — that he 
had come too much to estimate success by the cash- 
register 5«. &^ 
Possibly it was a disgust we all feel at the frequent 



IN MEMORIAM 87 

shiftlessness and shoddy pretentiousness of " labor " 
that led him to celebrate the masterful virtues of 
capitalists — forgetful of the fact that money power is 
mostly stolen power : every dollar in whosoever's hands 
representing a theft of strength — a theft of the worker's 
strength. Perhaps Hubbard did not realize, when he 
preached his " a dollar earned " doctrine, that, as 
society is at present constituted, no one can really earn 
a dollar — that, in fact, there is no such thing as an 
" honest " dollar. 

However, Hubbard is not the only successful man who 
has grown conservative as he has grown older. It is hard 
not to. Let us remember other things. Let us remember 
how well he could write, often how humanly and inspir- 
ingly. He had a gift for vivid description and vigorous 
narrative. He had wit and could rise to eloquence. It is 
to be regretted that his knack in the use of racy slang 
latterly overgrew the better qualities of his style ; but, 
fortunately, in literature the good remains, and some- 
one should make a selection of his best things. It would, 
I think, give him a permanent place among American 
essayists and humorists. 

Let us remember what a magnetic companion he was, 
always full of fun, and ready for a lark. Let us remember 
how refreshingly picturesque he was in a drab world — a 
matter for no little gratitude ; and, whatever one might 



88 IN MEMORIAM 

■ M I ■■«—-»■ M.^— ■■— mi— M— M «« ■» m M— M— ««^— ■—- .»«■— M— M^^IM^— i—— .■ 

find to criticize, he had created an atmosphere at 
" Roycroft " which had no little romantic charm. He had 
made beautiful, spacious buildings — in his own phrase 
he had " built strong " — he had filled them with beau- 
tiful, simple furniture ; and the various Roycroft shops 
were busy turning out things that, at all events, aimed 
at beauty. The place, one felt, was, for the most part, 
the embodiment of a fine enthusiasm for a healthy, 
exhilarating completeness of life, in which work and. 
play, talk and books, outdoor Nature and indoor Art, 
made a full day, touched somehow to fair issues and 
somewhere in it the music of a dream. 
Not least in my memory are those evenings in the 
" Chapel," when the Fra would gather us around him, 
and talk in his very human and often inspiring way. At 
his worst, he could always make us laugh, and at his 
best he could soar and take us with him, for he had a 
real gift of oratory ; and I have to thank him for some 
high moments in the Roycroft Chapel. 
The best in Elbert Hubbard came out then — one grate- 
fully acknowledged the thrill of something like great- 
ness in him in such hours — and, as I recall them, with a 
wistfulness made the more poignant by the thought of 
his tragic fate, I realize more than ever what a real 
success of personality was his. 
To have, as we say, " put over " on us his personifica- 



IN MEMORIAM 89 

Hon of himself as ** the Fra " was no small triumph, and 
was more significant than at first appears. We said 
" the Fra," or ** Fra Elbertus," much as we used to say, 
*' the Sage of Chelsea." It was that taking himself with, 
so to say, humorous seriousness that appealed to that 
very quality of humorous seriousness in the American 
character. So with his other whimsical personifications 
— " Ali Baba," " Felix," " The Illuminati," and so 
on : there was a charming child's play in it all that 
caught the innate boyishness of the American fancy. 
But a man must be of a certain bigness of mold to carry 
others with him in such little jokes with himself, to 
get the world to come play with him in his private 
fairyland s^ So I end as I began, and bring my little 
wreath to the Play-Boy of East Aurora. 
The Fra and I once made a half-serious compact that, 
when one of us should come to die, the other should 
preach his funeral sermon. Alas! dear Fra, and alas! 
South Norwaik, Conn. Richofd Le GalHenne, 

J^^HE world has lost a great man and many of us a 
^^^ great friend by his untimely end. No doubt you 
will have hundreds of letters from England condoling 
with you, but bear in mind that hundreds of people will 
grieve besides those who write. 

Hampstead. London, Eng. ArthUT C, Kelly, 



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e 



LBERT HUBBARD was one of the first 
men in this country to show an appreciation 
of what we were doing for the children. 
He wrote about it so generously. We knew 
we did n't deserve all of that generous kindness that 
he showed every one who was doing anything worth 
while; but it made us strive to be worthy of the esti- 
mate he placed upon that work. 

Our principle of trusting boys, of putting responsi- 
bility upon them, sending prisoners alone to institutions 
(when they had to be sent), interested him tremen- 
dously. He did us the honor to mention it in one or two 
of his lectures and several times in his writings. It not 
only helped the work here, but it helped it everywhere — 
as his life was devoted to helping all good things s^^ 
Elbert was certainly a genius. There is no one to take 
his place in our literature. Like the great man that he 
was and is, he will be even better appreciated a hundred 
years from now. 

Like others, I have sent out thousands of copies of his 
" Message to Garcia." His life was full of just such 
inspirational writings — the sort that helped men in all 
stations of life, from the railroad president to the office 
boy, from the Supreme Court judge to the constable. He 
taught us to rely upon ourselves ; to have faith in one 
another. He was a real Christian ; a courageous man. 



IN MEMORIAM 91 

willing to suffer for his ideas ; he taught us to despise 
the sham and hypocrisy in some of our institutions, but 
he had nothing against the institutions themselves 
when they stood for what they pretended to stand for, 
C Like all great men he was misunderstood, maligned 
and ridiculed by some ; but I doubt if there were any 
who did not admire his real genius, his ability, his love 
for truth, and his wonderful skill in unmasking pre- 
tense do> £o» 

I followed him in " The Philistine," •* The Fra " and his 
"Little Journeys" for more than a decade. I am better 
for it — as thousands of others are. If I have succeeded 
in doing anything worth while he is certainly one of 
the men to whom I am indebted ©•• I loved Elbert 
Hubbard for the good that was in him and the good 
that he did. He was a lovable, kindly, companionable 
man. It was my privilege to have a number of interest- 
ing visits with him in recent years. He loved all men 
— and of course that means women and children as 
well. He only hated the things that he considered bad. 
DeSv%i"cof" ^'"" Ben B, Lindsey. 

The truth is that in human service there is no 
low or high degree ; the woman who scrubs is 
as worthy of respect as the man who preaches. 



92 IN MEMORIAM 

XT is a noble custom to speak well of the 
dead. But even if it were not the custom, 
one could not speak otherwise of Elbert 
Hubbard. In the passing of Elbert Hubbard, 
the young men and women of this country have lost a 
friend. His great contribution was the power to arouse 
persons from slumber and inspire them to think, to 
work, to live! He knocked at the bedchamber of man- 
kind and shouted, " Wake up! " And I know more than 
one person who dates his first awakening to the cries 
of Elbert Hubbard. 

In economic doctrine he seemed to lean toward 
capitalism, and such writings of his as the laudation of 
the Standard Oil Company were a far departure from 
his character as sham-smasher. Since Ingersoll he was 
the severest critic of orthodox Christianity ; and if we 
profit by criticism, it is fair to believe that the Church 
has profited by his onslaughts. 

Aside from all that may be said of him in the way of 
adverse criticism, he was a tremendous power in this 
country, an extremely fascinating writer with a style all 
his own, a lover and encourager of youth, in the main a 
follower of truth, and though it may not be a great virtue, 
he was a first-rate businessman. 

Personally, I am grateful to him. He always spoke a 
good word of my humble efforts. The last letter I had 



IN MEMORIAM 93 

from him was dated April Third, Nineteen Hundred 
Fifteen, but a little over a month before he went down 
to his death. I had sent him a copy of my last book, and 
he closed his letter with these generous words : " I am 
reading it with pleasure and profit. You have certainly 
given a most delightful presentation of a great theme. I 
congratulate you and everybody. So here is a hand- 
grasp and I am ever your sincere — Elbert Hubbard." d^ 
The congested emotion in the breast of the American 
people at the murder of this great man and all the 
others aboard the ill-fated " Lusitania " is like to break 
out in some unfortunate way. The sinking of this ship 
is but one of the effects of the mad-dog age of the 
world. Let us bear our grief and horror; and if we can 
not appease the dogj let us be silent. 

Terre Haute, Ind. MaX Ehrmann, 

XHAVE personally known Elbert Hubbard ever 
since I was a mere boy. On numerous occasions 
I have been his guest, and many have been the heart- 
to-heart talks we have had. I stayed with him through- 
out the month of January last, and I may say that I 
know him real well. He was my friend and I was his friend. 
d Elbert Hubbard was not perfect; but he was a Man. 
In his'passing America has suffered a big loss. 

Glens Falls, N. Y. Somuel Bonks. 




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■ ■■ ■« ■■ ■■ ■■ — ■■ ■■ »■ ■■ n n n n m m n m n n ■ 

LTHOUGH your distinguished father has 
passed out, he is not dead; for his name 
will live on and on in history as one who has 
benefited his generation and many more 

generations to come. 

If it were possible I would gladly share with you a part 

of this great sorrow that has fallen so heavily on your 

heart &^ &^ 

As the months come and go I will wait in vain for the 

coming of his strengthening words that have done so 

much to influence my life. What he did for me he did 

for thousands of others. 

It is not possible for me to express in words the sorrow 

that I feel at this time. 

Elbert Hubbard was the greatest writer of his time. In 

sorrow I subscribe my name as one who will always 

revere his memory. 

Beeville, Texas J' C. BunOWS, 

EATE ordained Hubbard to fall, but he did not fall 
alone. His incomparable companion fell with him, 
the woman to whom he dedicated one of his books, one 
of the greatest books ever written, praising women that 
are the happiness of a home — an inexhaustible spring 
where man finds energy to win in life. 

"El Moderado" «-■ « 

Matanzas, Cuba M. tUTieS, 



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& 



LBERT HUBBARD seemed a man endowed with 
real genius, and as one always whimsically and 
humorously aware of it, so that it was a continual joy for 
him to labor and accomplish things. Usually his industry 
coupled with his versatility seemed to be that of one 
utterly delighted with his work, with never a question 
as to its fine result. Taken all in all his was a daring, 
gallant spirit; and though the world was his serious 
sphere, still he felt it with the fervor born of a joyous 
nature s^ &^ 

Indianapolis, Indiana JomeS WhitCOmb Riley. 

XFEEL sure Mr. Hubbard will live in American 
history as the greatest philosopher we have 
ever produced 5^ s«» 

He has opened the Light of Reason to thousands upon 
thousands of hungry souls, and I bless him for all he 
has done and will continue to do for me and mine 5«» 
Wallace, Idaho Daisie Woods Alleti. 

XHAVE read everything that I could lay my hands 
on of Mr. Hubbard's writings, and I desire to say 
in all sincerity that there has not been an American 
writer who has influenced me more than he has done. 
Toronto,\canada William Alvey. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



X LOVED Elbert Hubbard with all my heart. I 
first met him twenty years ago and have read 
with much interest and profit everything he wrote. He 
made me " think," and he taught me to love my fellow- 
man and the "Great Out-of-Doors." In turn I tried in 
my humble way to spread his gospel of love, labor, 
laughter and smiles by doing just those things. He 
builded better than he knew, and while his voice is now 
stilled and his presence no more mingles among us, his 
works will live as long as mankind exists. To the names 
of all great men who have lived their lives and died to 
the end that the world would be better by their living 
must now be added the name of Elbert Hubbard. 
The Great Natural Force who doeth all things well saw 
fit to take with this man his beloved wife, Alice Hub- 
bard. They both labored for the betterment of human- 
ity, and their works will enlighten and enrich untold 
millions for ages to come. 
Pensacoia, Fia. Frank H. Heixning, 




Idleness is the only real sin. A black- 
smith singing at his forge, sparks 
aflying, anvil ringing, the man material- 
izing an idea — what is finer ! &9^ &^ 



ELBERT HUBBARD 
^^^^^^HE sweet peaceful blue of the ocean deep 
M ^^\ Has smothered his flesh in eternal sleep ; 
M, J Yes, sleep for the body, God willed it so ; 

^^^^^^ God wanted a careless world to know 
That here was a man with brain and soul 
Who gazed at one star, a wonderful goal, 
With an uplifting word and sentence to cheer 
To the end of his world on wave's bottomless bier. 
That star was humanity, listless and bold. 
Critical, fickle, mischievous and cold. 
He talked to that star and plead with that star, 
" Oh, people, I wonder just how you are. 
I want to help you, to let you come in 
On the true art of living, I want you to win. 
I do want to tell you that work is the thing 
That keeps men from worry, from misery's sling; 
That business and love should go hand in hand 
To breed everlasting peace in our land. 
I 'd have you be honest and healthy and clean. 
Live right and do right, despising what 's mean." 
God wanted the world to know of the worth 
Of this heroic man, his high breeding and birth, 
And methinks that his sayings and rich, wise quips 
Will re-echo for all time from ears and lips ; 
And humanity, that star that he loved so well, 
Will revere him, this true man, as ages swell. 
Denvtj, Col ElUott F. Head. 




;r^«S^i^ 



[HOSE torpedoes which crowned 
Teutonic savagery by sinking a 
Lusitania-load of women, children 
and peaceful men took from this 
stage of being one I am glad and 
proud to have known well — Elbert 
Hubbard, Philistine and Fra. 
In the years of our friendliness, he showed me much of 
his true self, and because it was a fine and kind self 
that thrived to unusual symmetry in many ways, there 
is joy in giving to this May morning which domes his 
sleep a few thoughts for remembrance. 
I never heard him speak unkindly of any one, or harshly 
to any one. 

His pen, always vital and at times a poignard dipped in 
acid, left no wounds upon the defenseless. 
When it flew wild at thought of the misery and wrongs 
born of what he called " pretended authority," the arm 
that wielded it was one of conviction, and if it spelled 
sentiments that pained or angered, where is the tongue 
which has not at some time, in some way, done likewise! 
I deplored, and still do, the way it toyed sarcastically 
with certain deep-rooted customs of belief, yet I 
gloried, and always shall, in its ceaseless^ flashing 
against Fear. 

As a Philistine he battled hard against the things he 
thought were endangering the welfare and happiness 
of the people. 
As Fra he fought for those he thought would help bring 



100 IN MEMORIAM 

more health and justice. €[ When he misjudged as to 
one or the other, was he different from you or me ? &^ 
He was misjudged more than he misjudged. 
Because his personal conception of one of the major 
relations of life differed from what yours or mine may 
be, he was scorned by many. Yet which of us can judge 
in this matter? CL Let who will cast stones. 
As for us, let us tear out that page and banish it to the 
fires of forgetfulness. 

Let us turn to the boyish man whose aim was, " Do the 
best you can, and be kind." 

Let us turn to the man whose creed was this : "I 
believe that no one can harm us but ourselves, that sin 
is misdirected energy, that there is no devil but fear, 
and that the universe is planned for good. I believe that 
work is a blessing, that Winter is as necessary as 
Summer, that night is as useful as day, that death is a 
manifestation of life, and just as good. I believe in the 
Now and Here. I believe in you and I believe in a 
Power that is in ourselves that makes for righteous- 
ness." &^ &^ 

Let us remember, with thanksgiving, the farm-boy who 
released the gold of Emerson from the mental safe- 
deposit boxes of highbrows and, more than any one else, 
made it coin current among the minds of the mass. 
This alone is a monument. Elbert Hubbard did more 



IN MEMORIAM 101 

than this. C. He made people Think &^ His pen was 
plowshare as well as poignard. 

He turned up gray matter that had been tramped down 
by centuries of inherited prejudices, and if in so doing 
he wounded pride, he more than repaid by aiding 
progress ^^ &^ 

He made thousands stop, look and listen. 
And doves and canaries are not useful at the crossings. 
C It takes a clanging bell ! 

Of his place in the ranks of writers. Time will tell all 
that need be known. 

Next to the Bible itself, his wonderful " Message to 
Garcia " has the largest and widest circulation of any 
one book in the world. 

Yet I never heard him boast of this. I never heard him 
boast of anything but his cattle and hogs and chickens. 
C Nothing " Roycroftie " ever has been as interesting 
as was the Fra himself. He was a man of quiet, charm- 
ing manner, wholly unlike what his readers who never 
had seen him would have pictured. His long, curly hair, 
and longer black crepe -de -chine tie ; his broad-brimmed 
black felt hat and loose-fitting ordinary sack-suit, con- 
spired always to make him a marked figure in any 
crowd &^ 5«» 

Once, when we were walking through Broad Street 
Station, he smiled at the staring crowd and in a low 



102 IN MEMORIAM 

voice said to me : ** These curls always git 'em. They 
think God made a mistake when He put hair on a man's 
head." .'i** s>9' 

He was chock-full of humor, and had one of the sweetest 
smiles I ever saw on a man's face. When he laughed, as 
he often did, he crackled his voice mightily, and yet, 
somehow it never seemed a real laugh. In early life he 
was a Socialist, an avowed follower of Tolstoy and 
Marx, but as his business and his bank-account grew, 
he began to sympathize with John D. and the other rich 
men. Indeed, of late years he had stood out as one of 
the boldest defenders of *' big business." 
At East Aurora he built up one of the most unusual and 
interesting institutions in this or any otlier country &^ 
His original intention was to make it a sort of center for 
the expression of high thought and the publication of 
fine literature, a place where any one with the courage 
of his convictions might come and be heard patiently 
and courteously. He loved free speech. 
And as a speaker he was one of the best that ever faced 
the footlights. 

From the minute he smiled at the audience ( his open- 
ing sentence always was a broad smile which begat its 
kind) until he dropped his last word into the mental 
poor-box of his hearers, therewith enriching them in no 
small measure, he was, in a certain way, fascinating. 



IN MEMORIAM 103 

No man ever told a story more deftly or with finer 
effect. He used words as a great painter uses color, and 
his tongue was a brush capable of varied strokes &9^ 
He was a past-master in the art of knowing when to 
keep still. His pauses were as effective as his best- 
rounded periods, and his face was as mobile as the late 
John Bunny's, only in a different way. He never spoke 
from notes, though always he had a pocket full of notes. 
For he did most of his writing while traveling on trains, 
and he traveled most of the time. 

As a companion, at work or play (and when he worked 
you might have thought he was playing ) he was as 
delightful as any man I ever met. Never shall I forget 
one rare July evening, when, in a little tent the poet had 
put up outside the Shop at East Aurora, Richard Le 
Gallienne, the Fra and I sat talking of the place and 
power of poetry. 

All the spun gold of his nature seemed to come to the 
surface, and he glowed with that enthusiasm for the 
finer things which permeate the souls of those who 
have overcome the call of goods and chattels. Of Omar, 
the tentmaker, and Old Walt of Camden; of Swinburne, 
Poe and Henley, we talked until the moon began to go 
downhill and the first cock had crowed. 
Then, as we walked back to the Phalansterie — that is 
Roycroft for hotel — he turned and said : 



104 IN MEMORIAM 

" Leigh, life is damn fine when you look at the right 
side of it." 

In the May (Nineteen Hundred Fifteen) number of 
•* The Philistine " Elbert Hubbard wrote jestingly of 
himself as a " drowning man who sees the record of his 
life streaming out behind him." 

He did not know how soon this jest would be trans- 
formed into the seriousness of his last look at the sky. 
C In that same number he said, " Well do we speak 
of * the waters of life.' " C. And for him, as for all those 
who with him were tossed into the sea's great arms, I 
think those waters of death were the waters of life. 
For him, surely, they will wash out the transient scars 
of those human weaknesses which keep us all brothers, 
leaving for the years to come a heritage of thoughts 
and words which can not but add to the joy and 
usefulness of living. 
Philadelphia, Pa. Leigh MUchell Hodges. 

CHE kindly smile, the merry twinkle of his eyes, 
the gracious clasp of his hand, shall always be a 
blessed benediction in my life; and I know that my 
expression of sympathy and love to you all is echoed 
round the entire world by those who were fortunate 
enough to live in the embrace of his greatness. 

Columbus, Ohio MtS. E. C. BoUtI, 



IN MEMORIAM 105 

^^TJf^^ HEN the ocean traveler going east looks off 
^T ■ ^^ to the left and sees the moss-covered, time- 
\ m m worn watch-tower of the " Head of Old 
^^l^^ Kinsale" rising above its setting of green, 
it whispers to him of a journey near its end. Surely it 
sent such a message to Elbert Hubbard when from the 
deck of the " Lusitania " he caught a breath of May 
blossoms that the winds carried to him from the glens 
and j&elds of Ireland — that land of smiles and tears, 
of clouds and sunshine, to which Fate decreed he 
should pen his last loving heart-throb before entering 
on his final "Little Journey." 

A stab in the dark, a blow undeserved and in history 
unparalleled sends that great ship, with its wealth of 
human lives, across the divide between two eternities 
to where no voice save that of the great, moaning sea 
shall speak of their whereabouts. 

We have no word from Hubbard, but knowing him as I 
do I can imagine him in that supreme transition hour 
whispering words of cheer and hope to those around him. 
d We who love Elbert Hubbard do not mourn for him. 
There was so much of joy and gladness and sunshine 
in his nature that no word of sadness could fittingly be 
spoken of him, and we shall love him so long as we 
stay here 5«^ 5o» 
Washington. D. c. Teretice V. Powderly. 



106 IN MEMORIAM 

DAVE I lost a Friend? Yes indeed, one so big and 
wonderful that he has helped me to rise to a 
height that, now he has left, I look out with calm eyes 
undimmed by tears and am filled with a great awe. He 
has helped me in my own soul's struggle for freedom. 
He has given me courage to speak the truth and to be 
true. If any man be able, let him estimate what he has 
done for the world. I am unable to say in words that 
others may understand what he has done for me. 
Mtrntna"' ^^^^ William A. Bell. 

^^^ANY an inspiration has been caught by myself 
^JL^ when reading some of the Hubbard prescriptions 
for happiness and right thinking. He has placed his 
English readers under an additional obligation by the 
fair and just, yet fearless manner in which he has 
espoused the cause of humanity in the present mighty 
conflict now waging in Europe. 

General Manager 

Self ridge and Co., Ltd. n t -n^^x 

London. Eng. ^. A. HeSt. 

The passing away of Elbert Hubbard leaves a vacuum 
in the world that can never be filled. A man of brilliant 
mind, fearless and honorable and outspoken, his loss is 
irreparable j>«» &^ 

Oyster Bay, N. Y. LOUISQ Lee Austey. 



IN MEMORIAM 107 

eLBERT HUBBARD was my ideal American of his 
generation. It was he who was my inspiration. 
Never was there a time when I needed a thought that 
he failed me. Often in my deepest dreams have I 
walked with him, and heard him speak. 
It was he who could give to me the idea and then most 
beautifully clothe it. 

When happiest I went to find him, thumbing through 
some book from the Roycroft Shop. When in deepest 
despair, during the time when even the sunlight of life 
could not be seen, I sought his comforting influence at 
some indexed passage, well worn by frequent reading. 
C To have loved him — as a brother — with the depth of 
deepest devotion, and with true steadfastness, is one of 
my greatest joys, a treasured pleasure. 
Peniand, N. c. J' MiltoTi Bailey, 

/I^^EGRET and sorrow for the loss of Elbert Hubbard, 
jBf» taken from us in the prime of his life, is, will be, 
universal. He was a noble and true American citizen. 
C But, while he is not now with us, his master mind 
having been called to his Heavenly Father, he neverthe- 
less will live with us in the spirit, and reverently, 
silently, we can commune with him. 

Edw. C. Beetem, 
Carlisle. Pa Chorles G. Beetem, 



108 



IN MEMORIAM 



e 



LBERT HUBBARD enjoyed a strong per- 
sonality, and for that reason attracted critics 
and friends, but the good achieved by him 
in his Hfe is the best demonstration that it 
was well spent and that the world is all the better for his 
having lived. 

If nothing else had been accomplished by Mr. Hubbard 
except the wonderful development in typographical art, 
he has left the world a rich inheritance. We speak of this 
one of his smaller achievements for the reason that it is 
the least known among his many missions. 
Even the advertising pages of his magazines are works 
of art and the last word in all that is perfect in typog- 
raphy. In all things Mr. Hubbard was thorough. He had 
a quaint yet most forceful style of composition and 
writing. One never wearied of reading his articles. He 
selected his subjects in the most unexpected nooks and 
corners, but his language was always pungent and to 
the point 5«» 5«» 
pSs'bC//,^ pr'''"^"''"'°"'' T, Owen Charles, 




Sympathy is the first attribute of love as 
well as its last. And I am not sure but that 
sympathy is love's own self, vitalized may- 
hap by some divine actinic ray. Only a 
thorn-crowned, bleeding Christ could have 
won the adoration of a world. Only the souls 
that have suffered are well loved. Thus 
does Golgotha find its recompense. Hark 
and take courage, ye who are in bonds ! 5«» 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

nE helped to liberate imprisoned thought ; 
He gave men work, not creeds. 
Courage and hope to downcast souls he brought — 
Surely these are good deeds ! 
Surely this friend of many, found a Friend, 
To help him, at the end. 
Short Beach. Conn. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 




LICE HUBBARD, who was lost at 
sea with the " Lusitania," was a 
visitor at Potato Hill farm last 
Summer, and the thing we noticed 
most was h er fondn ess for herhus- 
band. When she arrived in the Hills, 
she found a letter from him awaiting 
her, sent in my care. She carried the letter in her hand 
all day, and made frequent references to the writer of it 
which caused me to think more of both of them. As a 
newspaper reporter does, she made frequent sly notes, 
and these were written on the back of the envelope; I 
noticed this because I have done the same thing for 
forty -odd years. 

Mrs. Hubbard appeared to be as fond of her husband, 
and as submissive, as are those patient wives who issue 
no clarion notes to protest against Slavery. In the Roy- 
croft magazines, Alice Hubbard was one of the fiercest 
Am azon s preparing for battle at Doctor Anna Sh aw's 
Armageddon; but in private life she was certainly the 
gentle sj warr ior in this wide, wide world. Had Doctor 
Anna Shaw been present when Mrs. Hubbard was 
talking about her husband. Doctor Anna would certainly 
have been displeased because of the show of gentle 
affection; indeed. Doctor Anna would probably have 
said to Mrs. Hubbard, in the deep voice of the real 
Suffragist: " Alice, Control Yourself! " 
We had feared that Mrs. Hubbard would talk a good 
deal about Suffrage, in the disagreeable way you are all 



112 IN MEMORIAM 

B^—M M— Pit I I H— ..I «■»■■» Ml w^— Will aw I 9n ■■■— w«^— w mil hk i i M " -w — —■'■wi ■■ \u 

familiar with, and probably dislike : I had even feared 
she would try to " convert " me, since Suflfragists are 
always engaged in missionary work; but she never 
mentioned the subject. 

Instead of being a large woman, we found her very 
small, and as slender as a young girl; she could have 
worn Adelaide's clothes; and Adelaide weighs about a 
hundred pounds. 

I frequently found myself doing all the talking, and 
from the time we met her at the morning train from the 
West until we took her to the evening train for the 
East, she was very quiet; but on her return home, she 
wrote me: 

" I am just coming out of it — it meaning paying for my 
glorious trip to Kansas. My work is quite evened up; 
I have had my joy, and paid for it. Is n't that nearly the 
iquintessence of joy? I thank you more than I can say for 
an immortal day. I live it over and over — on my horse 
out in the sunshine and storm. Thank you, and Adelaide 
and Edna; I am deeply grateful that you have their 
loving attention. I do not wonder that you love them; 
and Pota to, Hill is the most beautiful placehuman being 
could find for building a t^oii^ie, even though he searched 
the world over. I am grateful to have spent a long, 
lovely day there." 
In " The Philistine " for June, printed after Mrs. 



IN MEMORIAM 113 

Hubbard's death, some one wrote, " Alice wrote a 
two-thousand-word account of the Potato Hill prophet, 
and I suppressed it." 

In the afternoon we walked about the Potato Hill 
neighborhood, and Mrs. Hubbard was shown the 
" sights." She was as appreciative as a visitor from a 
little town ; no weary submission to being shown around, 
such as a Chicago woman would have shown, in spite of 
every high resolve to be polite and patient while in the 
country 5«^ 5^ 

The Roycrofters publish a series of books called " Little 
Journeys," which are educational as well as beautifully 
written and printed, as they tell about the great men 
and women, and the great events of the world, I believe 
Mrs. Hubbard had much to do with the pr eparatio n of 
these famo us vo lumes, although I could not induce her 
to say so. In his writings, Elbert Hubbard displays a 
greater fund of information than any other American 
writer. As he is a great genius and not a great scholar, 
probably he got much of this information from his wife, 
who was a schoolteacher before her marriage. 
Adelaide and Edna prepared an excellent dinner, but 
Mrs. Hubbard ate very s paring ly. I remember her say- 
ing she found it necessary to constantly '* watch " her 
husband, to prevent his eating too much. And how he 
lectured the rest of us for the bad habit of which he was 



114 IN MEMORIAM 

» n ■«— — ■ nil m ■■ m ■■ w ■■ ■« ■■ ■ ■ ■■ ■■ ■■■■■ ■ ■■ — ■ 

guilty! €L After Mrs. Hubbard left the Hills, the 
neighbors got together as a Turn Over Club, and the 
first question asked was, "How old is she?" A lady's 
age is a delicate question; but we decided she was 
around forty-eight. Her hair indicated around forty- 
eight, as did the care with which she selected and ate 
her food. (Note. — Later she wrote me that she was older 
than forty-eight, and praised my moderation.) 
Mrs. Hubbard was on her way to visit her daughter 
Miriam, in school at Madison, Wisconsin. The Asso- 
ciated Press once sent out a telegram saying that 
Miriam was exactly the right weight and height for a 
girl of nineteen; that her waist-measure and bust- 
measure were exactly what they should be, according 
to the medical gentlemen who study the human family. 
Therefore it is probable that Miriam is a little proud; 
but I know she was satisfied when she showed her 
mother to the other girls. Indeed, if Mrs. Hubbard had 
appeared at the Madison school as Miriam's poor rela- 
tion, the other girls and the teachers would have 
particularly admired her as a representative of those 
women entirely unknown out in the world, but who are 
much beloved at home by husbands and children, and 
who do most of the good justly credited to women s^ 
I never met Elbert Hubbard but once ; he sent for me 
two years ago, to spend the day with him in Kansas 



IN MEMORIAM 115 

City, and I was not as comfortable with him as I was 
with his wife ; but I recall his saying that a man able to 
write a really good thing once a year was a genius : and 
Elbert Hubbard could do better than that. I was much 
pleased with the man's personality; his gentle politeness 
to Adelaide was noticeable. Adelaide wanted a new suit 
and we visited a ladies' tailor, and asked Mr. Hubbard 
to pick out the material and style, which he did, taking 
great interest in the commission. The tailor had seen 
Mr. Hubbard at the Orpheum, as had his clerk, and 
both of these took much interest in him; we also saw 
the tailors stealing glances at him from the workroom. 
Going down in the elevator, a woman introduced her- 
self to him ; he was known everywhere. We visited many 
places, and we were much pleased with him, but some- 
how we did not feel as free with him as we did with his 
wife. He was the host at dinner, and talked entertain- 
ingly; and very slowly — we remember that in particu- 
lar. We remarked, also, his politeness and gentleness. 
As he was a very famous man, perhaps we were not as 
agreeably surprised in him as we were in his wife. He 
talked a great deal ofJJ.^^f^P " ! ^.11 of his acquaintances 
remarked that, and his be^t book, " White Hyacinths," 
was about her. He said laughingly, to Adelaide, that 
there were only two writers whose writings his wife 
read completely. 



116 IN MEMORIAM 

'* You may think I am one of them," he said smilingly; 
" but I am not: she is one of them, and your Uncle Ed. 
is the other." 

I admired both the Hubbards without reserve — not 
because they were friendly with me, for I admired 
them long before. Our acquaintance began with a letter 
from him: he wrote first, enclosing a hundred-dollar 
check on the Roycroft Bank to pay my expenses to East 
Aurora; but I sent it back, and have never been there. 
Long before I met Elbert Hubbard, and long before he 
had written me, I admired him unreservedly, as a 
master at his trade. After meeting him, I did not admire 
him more. Meeting him was a gre ater ev ent than meet- 
ing his wife, because she was not a noted genius, nor 
was she as widely known; but my great admiration for 
Mrs. Hubbard came after knowing her. In all the women 
I like, there is a certain woman ly mode sty and gentle- 
ness; Adelaide and Edna, my nieces, have it. Alice 
Hubbard had it. I like the shy, retiring type of woman. 
Alice Hubbard was that type. A woman I greatly admire 
is the wife of a farmer. I admire her because she is so 
fond of her husband and children, and is so useful, 
modest and highly esteemed. Alice Hubbard not only 
reminded me of this farmer's wife, but looked like her. 
When I think of the Hubbards, dead, floating about the 
sea, I believe the memory of Mrs. Hubbard affects me 



IN MEMORIAM 117 

most. Elbert Hubbard was rich and famous, a man, and 
hp.arH apybnisf. wherever he went : but his wife worked 
hardjithome. with littl e appr eciation and fe w vacat ions. 
When I met her, she didn't look very well; and she 
was so quiet and gentle, and admired Elbert and 
Miriam so much. 

I remarked that she understood the philosophy of life ; 
whatever was true she accepted: she had been tried by 
fire, and purified. She was a good writer, and said clever 
things, recollections of extensive reading; but she was 
not a g^gijjs, while her husband had flashe§jjt£-it which 
illuminated like a stroke of lightning; only envy can 
deny it. But I think of her as a gentle, intelligent, useful 
mother of whom her daughter Miriam may think with 
mournful pride and satisfaction. 

Atchison, Kansas E. W. HoWC. 

aLBERT and Alice Hubbard did a great work at 
East Aurora, and helped to center the thoughts 
of the country on some of the very complicated and 
difficult problems of the present day. That they should 
have been taken away at a time when that work was so 
much needed is a great misfortune to the world, and, 
of course, a dreadful loss to those who were near and 
dear to them. 

IZlon'Masl Howaxd ElliotU 



118 IN MEMORIAM 

^^TW'^^HEN the ill-fated "Lusitania" was sent to 
^ I ^^ the bottom of the deep blue it carried with 
^ ■ ^ it our friend Elbert Hubbard and his White 
Vjfc^ Hyacinth, d The loss to the literary world 
was keenly felt. 

Those of us so fortunate as to meet him in the Roycroft 
Inn, where his great pulsating heart and plain but affa- 
ble manners seemed to give us a renewed strength 
and a greater desire to get real pleasure out of what- 
ever our various vocations and professions called us 
to do, can but say he was a great man. 
He whose life pulsates with human love and cheering 
words as did Hubbard's will not be found frowning in 
the hour of doom. 

Though the liquid grave claimed his mortal body, his 
writings will rise above as a beautiful halo arched above 
human hearts whose whispers of love will continue to 
vibrate in the minds of those who admired him. 
No intellect could wield such power as did his, without 
having a spark of the divine in its construction. Though 
it has ceased to ink its pen, yet its influence will con- 
tinue to tear the crape from the doors of dead super- 
stitions and let in the sunshine of a more active life &^ 
We will miss the personal touch of Fra Elbertus and 
his White Hyacinth — as I have heard him call his 
wife — yet the writings, the sayings, and philosophy of 



IN MEMORIAM 11? 

both will ever linger with us in our days wherein our 
minds grow and expand to a larger usefulness ; to cover 
the narrow, but broaden the highways of human for- 
bearance &^ 5«» 

Denver, Col. Frederick T. Benson. 

I KNEW Mr. Hubbard not only as writer, editor, 
and a man to read about, but personally as a 
human being and a friend. 

Not that I had any particular call upon his friendship 
because of my close acquaintance with him, but because 
his was a friendship of a man, for a man. 
He was gifted with a deeper insight into the humanity 
of man than any other person I ever met. 
He understood ! 

It was like a little child going to Jesus with his troubles. 
He was never too busy to see you, nor so deeply 
engrossed with other matters that his soul would not 
instantly unfold to you, and he became at once a com- 
forter, because he understood ! 
Denver, Col. Fred Patee. 

The human understanding never attains to the heights 
of philosophic perfection reached by Elbert Hubbard, 
unaided by sympathy and love. 
Boston, Mass. Faxon Bowen, 



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IN MEMORIAM 



EOR years I have valued Elbert Hubbard 
among my friends. His genius and his 
kindly philosophy marked him a man among 
men. I am now reminded most forcibly of 
his prophetic words in " The Fra," shortly after the 
sinking of the " Titanic." His own tribute to the 
Straus's, through the strange vagaries of Fate, might 
now be well dedicated to the Hubbards : " You knew 
how to do three great things — how to live, how to love 
and how to die. To pass out as did Mr. and Mrs. Isador 
Straus is glorious. Few have such a privilege. In life 
they were never separated and in death they are not 
divided." &^ Elbert Hubbard died in the fulfilment of 
his famous preachment — he carried his own message 
to Garcia &^ &^ 
Detroit. Mich. Hugh Cholmers. 




No greater blessing than the artistic con- 
science can come to any worker in art, be 
he sculptor, writer, singer or painter. Hold 
fast to it, and it shall be your compass when 
the sun is darkened. To please the public 
is little; but to satisfy your Other Self, that 
self which looks over your shoulder and 
watches your every thought and deed, is 
much. No artistic success worth having is 
possible unless you satisfy that Other Self. 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

nE was my friend ! Plain folk and simplest kind 
Will thus remember him. He looked for wit 
And character. He on them, bee-like, lit. 
And drained their honeys with a generous mind. 

For all he gave again to all. And now 
In pall of Erin's mystic wave he lies, 
The gorse his golden wreath. All Nature sighs 

Immaculate, above his vanished brow. 

He was a seer ! If all the world had known 
The heart-beat of his wit, then obsolete 
Were war ! Let one black rock beyond his feet 

Read now, in letters gold : " The people's own ! " 

La Grange, Texas Florence DuJlCan. 




EN say too seldom, " I love you." 
The Fra taught mainly one thing — 
— that hate is stupid and futile, that 
K only love is creative ; consequently 
that malice, ill-temper, " knocking " 
and inhumanity are elements of 
failure, not of success : and he had 
no use for long hours, docking or fines as a means to 
good work. Good work, he said, came through harmony, 
co-operation, helpfulness — in a word, through love s«» 
In over seven millions of words that he wrote, almost 
every one finds much to disagree with, but it is hard to 
find sign of any ill-feeling. 

He saw clearly that every success, however attained, 
indicates some admirable qualities. Perhaps he empha- 
sized too little in his words the compelling influence of 
social conditions, due to our system of legalized monop- 
oly : although he always said that all that is needed to 
make individuals good is healthy conditions and proper 
employment &^ &^ 

But in his work he never lost sight of the influence of 
the social condition. The first time he showed me the 
Roy croft plant, with its well -lighted, sanitary rooms 
and modern appliances, he said, before I had a chance 
to ask about wages and profits : " Well, Bolton, you see 
we have come to a sweatshop, just as you said we must. 
Only we provide the best for the workers that we can 
get ; we treat them well." That was his quaint way of 
saying that no one can be righteous all by himself, that 



124 IN MEMORIAM 

(unless he has a monopoly) notwithstanding all he can 
do, if he is to be commercially successful, he is forced to 
make his business pay by allowing the hands less than 
they produce. €[ Elbertus had no use for social theories 
that can not demonstrate themselves: he saw that 
impracticability meant disaster. 

Others will write about " Lady Hyacinthe," who had so 
profound an influence on her husband ; so I need only 
say that, although there were few things on which she 
and I thought alike, I have never received more grace- 
ful and spontaneous kindness than from her. 
I remember once at lunch with Elbertus. I asked him if 
he thought he had really benefited East Aurora. " Of 
course we have," he said. " When we went there, work 
was scarce and uncertain and wages low : now look at 
the steady employment and the good wages we pay." 
€1 I went on : " Has that made East Aurora a more 
desirable place to live? " 

" Sure," he answered ; " look how the town has grown." 
€[ " How has that affected the price of land? " 
" Why," he said, " when we went there, land that sells 
for thousands now could be had for the hire of a hack." 
€1 " Then," I urged, " it is the landlord who really gets 
the main benefit of all your work." 

•• Yes," he said gleefully ; " but it 's all right ; I am the 
landlord." &^ &^ 



IN MEMORIAM 125 

That, I think, was his whimsical way of putting it, for I 
believe he never cared much to invest in land, nor to 
get monopolies for himself. Elbert believed that Nature 
has no use for the man that does not work, and that 
when any one ceases to be useful, the Law of the 
Universe quickly kills the drone. Elbert was not afraid 
of life : When he published " A Letter From a Lady in 
Boston," an attack on marital ownership, it lost him a 
hundred subscribers a week. So he published it again, 
'• to show what kind of letters it was that lost him a 
hundred subscribers a week." After McKinley was 
assassinated, and most of us hid our colors, he bravely 
published his famous article, '* Why I Am an Anar- 
chist." Therefore we know that he met " friendly and 
beautiful death " fearlessly. 

Multitudes survive our Fra who blessed his name and 
will always listen to his voice because he first taught 
them to think about vital things and not to be afraid 
of any expression of Truth or ashamed of any expression 
of Love. 

New York City BoltOTl Hall. 

The man who allows his life to justify itself, 
and lets his work speak, and who when reviled 
reviles not again, must be a very great and 
lofty soul. 



126 IN MEMORIAM 



e 



LBERT HUBBARD was an individual. He 
was so much of an individual that he stood 
by himself. Yet he was forever trying to 
sink his individuality in his effort to give 
the greatest possible service to the largest possible 
group &^ &^ 

He impressed me as a man who would rather under- 
stand human nature than anything else. I have an idea 
that he felt that if he could completely understand 
human nature he could completely and easily serve 
humanity. He was in love with humanity. He deeply 
admired human achievement, but he was exceedingly 
tolerant of human weakness. He understood human 
nature in its relaxed moments just as he did when it 
was weighed with depressing burdens or when it was 
demonstrating extraordinary mental or physical achieve- 
ment. He knew it was the same human nature always. 
I would say that he was a truly great man if I could say 
it for no other reason than that while I have heard many 
people criticize him personally I never heard him speak 
unkindly of any human being. For a man's acts or 
policies he might have criticism, but for the man 
personally I can not conceive of his holding animosity. 
C His influence can not be measured, because of the 
wide range of topics he covered in his writings, and the 
tremendous circulation that they had. Certainly few men 



IN MEMORIAM 127 

have ever built up what he did, through sheer intensity 
of personahty and thorough command of their own 
individualities. €[ I am glad I have so many of his books. 
I want my library to hold everything he wrote. Thus I 
can always keep in close touch with him. Whatever he 
wrote made the reader think. 

No man of my acquaintance had as many friends in 
different walks of life. I suppose that to each of them 
he was a different Elbert Hubbard. He knew how to 
harmonize himself with others. He could talk athletics 
to a boy, college education to a girl, art to a woman, 
business to a man, politics, philosophy, literature or 
anything else to anybody. 

Twenty years from now he will still be alive. Because 
he knew human nature, he knew that within that length 
of time after his life had ended, human nature itself 
will have selected the enduring part of his work — which 
is the largest part. 

He was optimistic, constructive, aggressive, philosoph- 
ical and practical. He reflected the spirit of his time, all 
the more advantageously because he brought to his 
work a remarkable endowment of individuality s^ But, 
how Elbert Hubbard could have written a true "Little 
Journey" to his own home ! None of the rest of us 
have that talent. 
Chicago, III. Johu Lee Mahin, 



128 IN MEMORIAM 

XMOST highly appreciate the privilege of 
adding a word in behalf of my friends Elbert 
and Alice Hubbard, particularly Mrs. Hub- 
bard, as I knew her intimately. 
Mrs. Hubbard expected to be one of the speakers at 
our National Convention, after which she intended to 
return with me to pay me a visit at my home in Tacoma, 
Villa DeVoe. The last letter I received from her was 
written on April Twenty-seventh, in which she said: 
" You may be interested to know that Mr. Hubbard 
and I leave for Europe May First and expect to return 
here June Eighteenth. I would like to talk on 'War and 
Woman' for your Convention when I return." 
My sorrow at her departure was very great, and at our 
San Francisco Convention we held memorial services in 
her honor. These services were most impressive and 
were conducted by the venerable Reverend Olympia 
Brown, the first woman ordained to preach in the 
United States, she being a Universalist. As Mrs. Hub- 
bard could not be present to speak, excerpts from her 
writings were read at the Convention; after which, 
loving and appropriate resolutions were passed. 

President National Council of Women Voters p.^..^^ o*^:4U n^J/^^ 

Tacoma, Wash. Emma bmitti DeVoe. 

There may be some substitute for good^nature, 
but so far it has not been discovered. 




ELBERT HUBBARD AND HIS HORSE, GARNETT 



IN MEMORIAM 129 

BLL classes of men who have heard his lectures or 
read his writings owe much to Elbert Hubbard. 
Probably those who follow the printing craft owe most 
of all. Every piece of printed matter that bears the 
imprint of The Roycrofters is a valuable addition to the 
art preservative : something for the printer to study, to 
follow as an example of the beauty of simplicity. 
And Fra Elbertus is dead — but his kindly spirit will live 
with many of us for years to come. 

Washington. D. C. ByYOTl S. AdaJUS, 

j^>^HE world has in my opinion met with a loss, from 
m^^V which we see no way of recovery, in the death of 
this great-hearted and brilliant man. While he did not 
know me personally, though I have received an occa- 
sional communication from him, I knew him personally, 
and greatly admired him. 
Los Angeles, Cal. C. C. PierCe, 

XN all those who lost their lives in the '* Lusitania " 
there was not a better or nobler man than Elbert 
Hubbard, nor one who had done better work or will be 
more universally mourned — for Fra Elbertus had made 
true friends in all parts of the world — men and women 
he had cheered and helped. 

Pretoria. South Africa Johfl E. Clegg. 



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^ ^ M ^ ^ITH the whole world I have mourned the 
^ ■ ^^ loss of my friends and the friends of all 
V I V mankind, Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 

V^l^^ Nature only produces one such man as 
Elbert Hubbard in a generation. His keen insight, 
wonderful gift in the use of the English language, 
poetic genius, his power for epigrammatic construction, 
and unusual ability for practical things made him a 
marked man. It fell to him, as to few, to move the world 
by pen and word. He made us to weep and to laugh, 
and to ever replace him will be an impossibility. His 
friends are numbered by the tens of thousands among 
all classes, and his useful life and tragic death will 
never be forgotten by them. 

W. W. Bustard, D. D, 



Euclid Avenue Baptist Church 
Cleveland, Ohio 




To benefit others, you must be reasonably 
happy: there must be animation through use- 
ful activity, good-cheer, kindness and health 
— health of mind and health of body o^ 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

eREAT soul that scanned the dim horizons, 
That tore from Truth the mocking masks, 
That heard the chiming in the Towers, 
That grappled, conquered giant tasks! 

How strong an arm he lent for justice. 
How valorous flung his phrase for right, 
And how he strove to lift the humble. 
To break the bonds of vicious might! 

So, you who come this day for praising. 
Say fair of him gone down at sea — 
Brave soul outbound on life's adventure — 
" He lived his life as life should be." 

Dallas, Texas W. F, McColeb. 




SPEECH BEFORE THE PILGRIM PUBLICITY 

ASSOCIATION IN THE ROYCROFT INN 

SALON, JUNE 16, 1915 

T does n't seem as if a conventional 
J^ word at the close of this perfect day 
would be necessary. Somehow or 
^ other you have opened the flood- 
gates, and I simply can not resist 
paying my tribute to my friend &^ 
It is a story that will never grow 
old, the story of Elbert Hubbard, and as I stand here 
tonight, I think of what he would have liked us to do 
had he been here and occupied the pulpit, as he has 
many times in the past. 

We come not to mourn. He would not have desired 
that. We come to rejoice in this beautiful month, this 
beautiful day of the bridal month. We come amid the 
beauties of the things, and the environments in which 
he fulfilled a life destiny, the like of which is not 
rivaled in the annals of any public man or any man in 
literature today. 

Go over to the Chapel, go to the remotest hamlet or 
village in this country, and you find the impress of the 
power of Elbert Hubbard. 

We can not think of him as dead. It was a word he 
never used, and in his " Man of Sorrows " — which I 
have been reading within the hour at the suggestion of 
his Mother, after a beautiful talk with her (she was 
re-reading his description of the Man of Nazareth) — the 



134 IN MEMORIAM 

last words uttered by Christ on earth are the last words 
in that book: " And his spirit was commended to Him 
who gave it." And somehow I can feel in those words 
the religion, the wonderful uplift and the inspiring 
memory of dear Fra Elbertus. 

Many is the time we have gathered in this room on 
festival and joyous occasions, and that smile that never 
can be forgotten greeted us, and those cynical words 
flecked at us made us see our foibles and our fancies ^•^ 
This is his work. But it is only the outward shell of his 
work. In the hearts, minds and intellects of those who 
read his epigrams, which are flashed all over the world, 
translated into every language, we find the imprint of 
our dear friend who had planned to meet us here tonight. 
C He is not here; but somehow his presence is here. 
As on the last night in dear old Roycroft, when he left 
after bidding farewell to his people, it seemed I could 
feel the analogy of his words and Lincoln's to his people 
at Springfield. The last words of the Fra uttered in the 
temple, in God's own temple of the woods, also in this 
place which he left, were: " God be with you till we 
meet again!" — a quotation which has touched and 
thrilled our hearts. 

This afternoon I had another delightful visit with that 
Mother, and I must tell you of an instance that will 
remain to me one of the most beautiful pictures in the 



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life of any man I have ever known or ever read about. 
C It was, I think, about a year ago, or a httle more, 
that I returned from my home in the West, and the Fra 
had the tables decorated with petunias — his touch, his 
idea, that day. And those petunias at once flashed to 
me thrills of my own home. 

I had gone out to the old home and found the house 
had been torn down. There stood the old chimney — a 
cold picture in ruins. I had looked into the cellar where | 
we used to keep the cabbages, rutabagas and potatoes 
and had gone out to the barn where the cows stood 
patiently waiting to be milked. Then I went down the 
old lane, down to the plum-orchard, and to the old bed 
of pet unias blushing with the glow of a mother's love 
and shining in the beautiful sunlight of that home scene. 
I gathered them in my arms, simply, as a mother would 
have gathered her child, carried them out to the hill- 
side, and dropped them petal by petal on my mother's 
grave. And the language of the flowers seemed to say 
that the chasm was bridged. There seemed to be no 
chasm, no death st^ s«» 

I came back and told the story. The Fra stood at my 
right. After the meeting we went out to the Tea-House, 
and the Fra said: " Joe, you old heart-mush, you old 
heart-throbs, you 've got me tonight. I want you to go / 
over and meet my Mother in her cottage here." / 



136 IN MEMORIAM 

We went over, and that night, with all t he ^lor y olthg^ 
Mo the r.aLQJJSg d , she told me of her son and his wonder- 
ful achievements. But when he came to say good-night 
to her and she placed her arms around his neck, it 
seemed as if her bab^ boy had come back; that, as the 
tides ebbed and flowed, the love she had given the babe 
was returning in the full maturity of that love of her 
stalwart and noble son. 

That night far afield we sat on a log in the pasture. 
Under the witchery of the moonUght he spoke of the 
ages past. All the great panorama of history seemed 
potently familiar to him — Pe ricle s, Euripides, and 
those who are in the musty tomes of the library. But he 
resurrected them and brought them to the people. He 
brought back to this country the realization of the true 
value of literature. 

You have played on the grounds and greensward this 
afternoon in the glow of this beautiful day. We played 
ball with that soft-nosed ball. He said it was n't right to 
use the hard league-ball, so he used this great big 
comfortable ball, and we threw it at each other and he 
reminded me of the days of " ante-over." He remem- 
bered the days back on the farm. 

His career is expressed in one word. It was not indicated. 
It was expressed. And that was the word that has been 
the greatest word of all words — Love. 



IN MEMORIAM 137 

He loved people. He loved to help them. C. I am but 
one of thousands of youn^^nj^^ whom he has taken by 
the hand and sat down and talked with. We have sat 
at his feet and absorbed the inspiration of those great 
visions that he had — always so beautiful, so full of 
cheer and hope. 

The next day he had me at wo^k. We were moving those 
cases that you saw today in which were letters sacred 
to him. That letter from Rockefeller was in reply to one 
in which Mr. Hubbard had notified Mr. Rockefeller 
that the blac k shee p he admired had been sent as a 
gift and had been named Judge Landis in memory of 
the twenty-nine-million-dollar fine. He never lost the 
sense of humor! And the reply that he received you will 
find over there in the case. 

In those cases you will find treasures that I doubt you 
could equal in the archives of literature today. 
He received his inspiration down in dear old New 
England. He has often told me that the unfoldment of 
hi s ^reat life was when he to uche d and mingled in the 
environment of that great school and galaxy of Ameri- 
can writers, such as E merso n. 

Then we went over to the library on that quiet afternoon, 
where are books of his writings, manuscripts bound in 
volumes — volume after volume. 
There are the pages of the immortal " Message to 



138 IN MEMORIAM 

Garcia," interwoven with corrections, on the familiar 
yellow paper that he seemed to love. 
One of his favorite colors was yellow — the yellow with 
the glow of the sunrise and the glow of the sunset. 
Yellow was somehow the emblem of optimism, of hope. 
And in that library, as we sat there looking at the books, 
he said, " This will be my monument." 
He did n't seem to desire to have things just as other 
people &•' &^ 

In those books are the work that has come out from his 
soul through his finger-tips. Every writer knows what 
this means! There were pages that splashed with 
indignation, with enthusiasm — as Martin Luther, when 
writing, threw his ink-bottle at the devil one night &^ 
There were pages that have the scent of lavender and 
old lace, pages that have the figure of field and the 
furrow and the farm and outdoors which he ever loved. 
CL There were pages that had the tribute to woman- 
hood — " White Hyacinths," all in that row of manu- 
script :>•» &0» 

As I sat there and looked, I felt, " Will the time come 
whenthe Fra will not be here? " I could n't conceive of 
it being possible! 

And yet when he sailed on that boat, one of the last 
letters I think he wrote was a hurried note to a 
Tew friends, one., of which I received. It was full of 



IN MEMORIAM 139 

jolly -rollicking, devil-may-care spirit. €[ If he could 
have chosen his passing out, it would have been just 
as it was. Hand in hand with Alice Hubbard, the 
woman he loved, he sank and faded away. He was 
transported, as it were, bodily, and left behind no shrine, 
no bit of mound and grass, nothing but the memory 
and the personality and t he spirit of Elbert^JHubbard. 
€L And you know that in that power ful pj ivsiaue. that 
life of abstemio us livi ng, how little patience he had with 
wea^J^ftg^ and with the tremj^in^s that were the result 
of indiscretion. 

Imagine that great stalwart man having to come, as he 
inevitably would have had to come, to the breaking 
down and lying on the bed of illness, passing out in the 
ordinary way of human kind, with the machinery rust- 
ing and wearing out. 

But God in His infinite wisdom and mercy has taken 
him away. Perhaps he would have wished it. 
I was in Wa shington when the tremor was shaking this 
country, when fists were doubled with rage to feel that 
our own loved ones had been sacrificed by that murder- 
ous torpedo. Oh, the cruelty of it all! 
And yet we can almost see coming out of that vast deep, 
the spirit of Elbert Hubbard, and with that placid, 
sweet smile: standing there with his locks tossing in 
the breezes, his hands uplifted with his blessing and 



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140 IN MEMORIAM 

benediction upon all who pass that way. C. And as my 
time comes, as your time comes, whether it comes in 
threescore — (and he nearly reached the threescore 
mark: fifty -eight summers had passed since the 
mother had, from the valley of death, looked into the 
face of her babe, her proud baby boy — and what an 
inspiration it was to see that Hear 1a<j|y tyx^^Y- there with 
his pictures of different ages and without a quaver in 
her voice although her heart is breaking, but with the 
stalwart, Sp;^f^^^, fipjrit of the boy to whom she gave 
birth, she is looking the future fearlessly in the face) — 
when I open the door to eternity, if it is fourscore or 
threescore, it matters not, I am going to open the door 
as our dear friend the Fra opened the door to all 
eternity, with the feeling that m y Rede eme r livethj , 
with the feeling that outside the door, just in the other 
room into which our loved ones have passed, we will 
greet that flood of sunshine on the everlasting dawn of 
heaven and find a greeting on God's good- morning &9^ 

Boston, Mass. Joseph Mitchcll Chappie, 

CHE constant reading of Elbert Hubbard's works 
has made me his enthusiastic admirer, so that 
today I feel as if I had lost a beloved friend. 

Havana, Cuba JuUg MortineZ. 



IN MEMORIAM 141 

XWAS with Elbert Hubbard when he wrote that 
splendid article about the sinking of the "Titanic." 
I particularly remember how he was impressed by the 
loyalty of Mrs. Straus in remaining with her husband 
until the waters closed over them. I know that Mr. and 
Mrs. Hubbard met death in the same way. 
I have always felt that I knew Mr. Hubbard perhaps as 
well as any man did, outside of his immediate family. 
To know him was to love him. On our many trips 
together, we were companions, not employer and em- 
ployee. Not only did he have a superior intellect, but 
the inner man rang true. 

Cleveland, Ohio PCTCy A. BCQCh, 

gS a teacher I have read Elbert Hubbard and have 
been inspired by his writings for a number of 
years. When a mere youth my spirits were quickened 
and my ambitions stirred by his "Little Journeys." I feel 
that the world has lost a great man, and that especially 
these United States will miss his counsel in these 
terrible times. 

Micon:%fs'J:''°" <=-«=> Joe McMiUin. 

The Hubbards were great, talented and useful workers 
for the betterment of the world. We have too few like 
them 5^ 5©» 
Aitoona, Pa. WUUam F. Gable, 



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IN MEMORIAM 



XAM glad of an opportunity to say how deeply 
I have been stirred by the manner in which 
Elbert and Alice Hubbard were done to 
death. That high intelligence, sweet life, 
and noble purposes should be thus brought to an end 
overwhelms us with sorrow for the fallen estate of those 
who could perpetrate such a crime. But to have lived 
nobly, to have loved truly — this is something Fate could 
not deny to those capable of it. These two, no doubt, 
would have preferred, had they been permitted to 
choose, that the blow should come to them together, 
without long and lingering sorrow. Nature was more 
kind to them than man. When the soft waves swept 
over them it was a sweet caress as compared with the 
rending of their members that had been so cunningly 
prepared 5o» &^ 

David Jayne HilL 



Green Hill 

North Cohasset, Mass. 




The thought of the love of God can 
not be grasped in the slightest degree, 
even as a working hypothesis, by a 
man who does not know human love. 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

^^ ^ ^ HAT 'S power? Is it a nation's throb? 
^ ■ ^k Is it the trained and armored mob? 
V I V Is it leviathans that plow the deep? 
^J^^ Is it projectiles that there ruin seek? 
Is it to raze, ravish, and destroy, 
Make earth a waste devoid of joy, 
Turn back for years the hand of time, 
And make brute force an end sublime? 

'T is none of these. Beneath the wave 
Ruined casket holds power to save. 
'T is breath of thought, whose bubbles rise 
To fertile earth, and clear the skies; 
Thought power, whose living concrete form 
He sowed and reaped, earth to adorn; 
Gave eyesight to the groping blind; 
And freedom to the slave -held mind. 

Life was a glorious growth and power. 
To bloom and ripen every hour. 
His creed was in an endless " do "; 
No beaten trail could he pursue ; 
All talents used to weight his blow 
To fell the hypocrite and foe. 
He proved the truth in all he wrought, 
That power — is honest living thought. 

NeT^lkaty'"'^''"^ T. AlBurtis Putnam, 




/ returned, and saw under the sun that the race is 
not to the swift nor the battle to the strong .... but 
time and chance happeneth unto all. 

[his text from the Preacher was often 
on the lips of Elbert Hubbard in the 
days of our intimacy, the beginning 
of which was twenty years ago. It 
supplied the title for his novelized 
life of John Brown of Ossawatomie 
(perhaps his most ambitious attempt 
at book-writing). He recurred to it again and again in 
his essays, as if it were the ground-note of his thought. 
Beyond question, it haunted him like a threat of 
Destiny, for having come a little late to his chosen work, 
no man was ever more wrought upon by a fury to 
achieve — to accomplish — to do his stint at whatever 
cost, and pass on ! 

And like a finger pointed with flame, it rose before my 
mind with the first rumor of his terrible fate. There, I 
said, is the burden of all the years . . . the unseen 
menace that so often oppressed his spirit. And the 
Preacher's words knelled in my ear with a crushing 
weight of irony. For here indeed was a case, if ever 
there were one, in which the race was not to the swift 
nor the battle to the strong. 

Elbert Hubbard was a fatalist. I saw this from an early 
moment of our acquaintance. Many took this trait for a 
pose ; some deduced from it a character for heartless- 
ness, which they freely thrust upon him. Both were 



146 IN MEMORIAM 

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wrong. His fatalism was deeply rooted in his nature, 
and it imparted a certain melancholy Hamlet-like charm 
to his personality (I speak of him as I first knew him). 
His gait was that of a man who would be wise and 
cautious in all ways, but who knew that the ordering of 
ultimate destinies is not within any man's power. He 
carried himself bravely and jauntily, yet with circum- 
spection ; and often he seemed to pause and listen for a 
word of the Fates. 

I could not imagine him playing the coward to Destiny. 
Short as was the grace allowed him, I believe he stood 
up like a brave man in the last awful moment, and that 
no man on the " Lusitania " met his death with a 
stronger soul. 

But he died not alone. The woman who had been the 
great love of his life — and for whom in the eyes of the 
world he had made shipwreck of his life — shared his 
death. Hand in hand they went together into the 
Silence, called home by the Searcher of hearts, to whom 
alone is judgment. I must think it was a lovely and 
enviable consummation for these two, with just the 
touch of tragedy needed to make their story immortal : 
she, I am sure, would not have avoided such a death to 
live a queen I 

But swift upon this thought, with its gracious and 
healing implications, comes regret at the striking down 



IN MEMORIAM 147 

of the strong worker, the paralysis of that hive of 
industry of which he was the busy directing brain, the 
dismay of a community which loses in him its bond of 
union and support, the grief of the many throughout the 
country who admired his ready and versatile talent. 
d And once more we realize that the empty space 
where but just now stood a strong man is the most 
woeful thing in Nature. 

The present writer was unlucky enough to have been 
estranged from Elbert Hubbard some fourteen years 
ago by circumstances which need not now be recalled. 
The quarrel was actively served and diligently pro- 
moted by our common friends — I don't think the hearts 
of the principals were ever much in it. But it was a very 
pretty quarrel, eagerly ministered to by the creatures 
of envy, hatred and jealousy. There was bitter talk and 
counter-talk which the common friends alluded to 
traded back and forth with a quite incredible alacrity, 
never forgetting to dot and carry one in the process. 
And alas ! there was too much bitter writing which I 
for my part would most gladly blot out. I can only hope 
that no ill-conditioned person may take it into his head 
to reprint any words of mine put forth long ago in anger 
and bitterness. I have no sort of fellowship with those 
who will not let the dead rest and who would heap 
obloquy and judgment upon the grave. 



148 IN MEMORIAM 

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I loved Elbert Hubbard in the first years of our comrade- 
ship, and though we fell out at length and were never 
really reconciled, I never hated him. How could I hate 
a man who seemed to share the ideals of my youth — a 
friend with whom I have laughed and held communion 
in the things of the mind ? 

Perhaps I am not to be pitied for the estrangement, in a 
way, as it gives me leave to recall the Elbert Hubbard 
of eighteen or twenty years ago — a quaintly romantic 
figure, with its bravado of long hair and eccentric 
costume ; the dark magnetic eye with its hint of power ; 
the mobile face, a little stern, that yet easily yielded to 
mirth — if it were not too fantastic, I would almost say, a 
blend of Alfred Jingle and Robert Louis the beloved. His 
smile was very beautiful in those days : both men and 
women readily yielded to its fascinating charm. The 
dreamer was then uppermost in Elbert Hubbard, so 
that those who knew the man only in his later, harder 
period may scarce recognize this portrait. 
Alas, the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the 
strong ! 

It is the man I knew and loved, the " bon camarade," 
the melancholy Jaques of our lighter literature, as 
rare a spirit as ever wore the motley, who now stands 
before me as I trace these words : summoning me to 
remember him in the light of those vanished years when 



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friendship was as precious and perturbing as love itself 

— when the heart gave of its fulness and kept no record 

of its bounty — when the Dream and the Glory were the 

dearer that it lured us both. 

Yes — yes, I remember. 

Sleep well, my friend ! 

South Norwaik, Conn. Michoel Monahon. 

eLBERT HUBBARD and life were synonymous. 
Wherever he went life was quickened, inspired. 
He was a galvanic force. 

His was a life of adventure, adventure in the realm of 
mind and understanding ; adventure in life and thought; 
but his was an adventure without violence. 
He preached the gospel of the universal man, and he 
himself was a universal man. 
East Aurora. N. Y. Jomes W. Beckmon. 

I VALUED the friendship of your distinguished 
father and I look upon his death as a national 
loss. He was one of the most remarkable men this 
country has ever produced. His original way of saying 
things, his genial humor, his absence of malice and his 
great constructive ability made him a rare man who 
has left his stamp of personality upon his times. 

Literary Executor of Walt Whitman TU^*^^^ J> Ur,-„^r%^ 

Philadelphia, Pa. i fiomas />. riamea. 



150 IN MEMORIAM 

XT is difl&cult to express in words just what the 
friendship of Elbert and Alice Hubbard 
meant to me — Elbert, whom I had both seen 
and heard, though had never spoken to, and 
Alice, having not seen, whom yet I loved. 
" The Voice that is stilled " was to me the sweetest 
memory of my life. Always in the Silence he loved, could 
I hear its rhythmic rise and fall, and ever some word of 
hope and blessing reached my listening ear. 
To Alice, I looked for the understanding and sympathy 
of our mutual sex, and drew upon her unfailing store of 
wisdom, only learned through the travail of suffering. 
She stood, for me, on the highest pinnacle of woman- 
hood, and to reach her level was my despair. 
Strange as it may sound, I was never able to overcome 
a foolish fear of losing them, if I rashly rushed my 
present personality into the Roycroft Shop ; but now 
that they can see me as I am, from behind the veil, I 
am content. I can never lose them, they know now how 
I loved them, they know me as I knew them, " One 
with the Father"; and when my time for the great un- 
masking comes, we shall meet " face to face," loving, 
and beloved, as of yore. 

Meanwhile, I must perpetuate their memory in deeds 
of love for Love's sake, so shall they continue to live in 
me and I in them. 



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^W^ HEN rich men die, menask, "What did they leave?" 
\JL/ And then they calculate, 

In terms of stocks and bonds their vast estate. 

But who can estimate 

The overflowing wealth of heart and mind, 

Left by these truest lovers of mankind? 

To all who knew and loved this Peerless Pair, 

Matched, perfect souls, than Sultan's pearls more rare, 

Who looked on Life, and seeing, found it fair, 

Loved it, and called it " Day " ; 

Who bade us rise to heights, and showed the way 

Through " Love and Work and Play." 

" Their work is done," they say; 

But we, who knew and loved them whisper, " Nay ! " 

Not till our throbbing hearts shall cease to beat. 

They live in us, and in our lives repeat 

(Though but the faintest echo of their Voice) 

The melody they made of Love complete. 

So may some highest note reach where they are, 

Upon what happy star, 

That hearing, they must fain leap and rejoice, 

And sweetly smiling, say, 

" All 's right with them as in our Heaven, Amen I 

They know and go the Way, 

Love never faileth, we shall meet again." 

Harrison, N. Y. Eaxle Remington Nines, 



152 IN MEMORIAM 

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XAM taking advantage of the very first 
opportunity after the adjournment of the 
Pan-American Financial Conference to write 
you and express my deep personal sympathy 
with you in the loss of your remarkable father. While 
my acquaintance with him was not intimate and I did 
not have that opportunity of association with him which 
I would have greatly appreciated and enjoyed, what 
little I did see of him enabled me to develop a great 
admiration for his knowledge of human nature and his 
ability to inspire men with ideas which make for the 
good of humanity. His death is a loss not only to this 
country but to all the world, and in this connection it may 
interest you to know that he was beginning to be very 
liberally quoted throughout Latin America. His writings 
and sayings were attracting attention there, and many 
of the principal magazines and newspapers were giving 
special space to them. May I, therefore, as a Pan- 
American myself, state that all America keenly suffers 
from his sad and sudden departure from the midst of 
our activities, but we all wish you success in carrying 
on the splendid work which he initiated. 

Director-General Pan-American Union t^u^ n^.^.^^44 

Washington. D. C. JohTl Banett, 

Imagination is sympathy illumined by love and 
ballasted by brains. 



IN MEMORIAM 153 

"J^^HE epochs of the ages are marked by the transit 
^^ of great souls through them. The soul of Elbert 
Hubbard was a treasure-house of sense. His mind was 
a mint of keen, sensible satire. His gift was magic in 
words. His disposition to attack the vanity and vain- 
glory, the avarice and falsehood of life, was as bold as 
unshackled truth itself. His pen was his sword of 
offense and defense, and when a product in the form of 
" The Philistine " went abroad, it proved sharper than 
any two-edged sword in its effect on the shams of life. 
He was an apostle of commonsense, as opposed to the 
irrationalism of superstition and the despotism of 
militarism s^ &^ 

Managing Editor " Chiropractor" P d njr,.^^^ 

Davenport, Iowa ^ • •« • My 675, 

EOR many years I have been one of a vast army 
scattered from Coast to Coast, and from the 
Great Lakes to the Gulf, which has held Elbert Hubbard 
as its leader in the National Movement towards higher 
standards of thinking and living; and I believe that a 
multitude of our people feel a personal loss today, as I 
do, through the unspeakable tragedy that has deprived 
America of a foremost thinker and a leader in the work 
of creating new ideals, or, at least, new standards of 
truth and sincerity. 

General Director The Louisiana Company r% u/ n/r^-^t.U 

New Orleans. La. C, W. MarSh, 



154 



IN MEMORIAM 







LBERT and I did not always " hitch," but no man 
had more respect for his wonderful ability than 
your humble servant, who feels his untimely death a 
personal loss. 

He did things, and he did them well. In spite of 
obstacles which would have discouraged most men, he 
carried out his plans to the letter. Some sought to crush 
him. He came out on top like a cork on water. Others 
ignored him. He made them sit up and take notice. He 
violated dogmatic codes and made his critics ashamed. 
He exposed the shams of society, the humbuggery of 
the Medical Trust, the hypocrisy of religion. He taught 
and practised the simple life. He left gems of literature 
— and died with his boots on. 
cSo.'Xr'' ^^^'""*" Charles McCormicK M. D. 




If there is a life after this, we are pre- 
paring for it now, just as I am preparing 
today for my life tomorrow. The kind of a 
man I shall be next month depends on the 
kind of a man I have been this month s^ 



ELBERT AND ALICE HUBBARD 
'te^jAND in hand with smiling faces, 
M JP For nearing danger had no fear, 
Side by side each other waiting 
The Master's welcome held so dear. 

Death nor danger had no horror. 
Life had been a work well done ; 
Now they sleep beneath the billows 
Kissed by morn' and evening sun. 

Sleep, dear friends, and may your slumber 
Wake in us a hope benign: 
May we profit by your precepts, 
May we make our lives divine. 

President Knoxville Business College rj.. jit^^j...^^^ 

Knoxville, Tenn. Hu WoOdward. 




HE hardest thing about the death of 
Elbert Hubbard is in realizing that 
he is gone. 

In a way we have all been expecting 
that some man sauntering on the 
Irish sands, or some steamer slow- 
ing down to pick up her pilot, would 
happen upon a floating bottle, and in that bottle a 
message from our friend the Fra. 

He must have thought of that when he knew the 
" Lusitania " was sinking. There surely came upon him 
some wish to send his good-by to his friends. There was 
a thing then that he had to say to them to keep for his 
remembrance. And we dream yet that he found time to 
write that last word on a sheet of paper, and cork it in a 
bottle, and cast that bottle on the waves. 
For Hubbard was our Speechmaster. He was our Poet. 
He made his wisdom for our common -days. He was of 
us, the Folks that Make the World; he was as strong, 
as weak as we are. And we that loved him loved 
without illusion. 

There was genius in Elbert Hubbard — genius and a 
Song that reached the heart of us and sent us tramping 
bravely through our days. He made the job we had to 
do Worth While. He sang the enduring virtues, for he 
sang of labor and of business and of railroads and the 
little things we do from mom to night that make the 
world go 'round. 
He took us climbing with him to the Heights ; we sank 



158 IN MEMORIAM 

with him to Hell until we saw that Hell was but the 
nightmare of our souls. We sawed wood with him ; 
kept shop ; went to our banks ; hammered the iron upon 
the anvil 'till it was a creditable shoe ; dispelled our 
doubts and fears concerning failure ; sang in the morn- 
ing as we scrubbed our face ; and went to bed, holding 
that life was excellent. 

And now he lies deep in the old Atlantic and listens to 
the ship's bells overhead and goes to sleep again when 
they have passed. 

Well, let him lie there ; the sea 's the grave of heroes ; 
and, when it opens to the Trump of Doom, he will walk 
up the sands and stand before the Throne and say in 
answer to the Herald's challenge, " I did the best I 
could." 5^ &^ 

We like to think of Hubbard standing there ; that smile 
of his serene and undisturbed ; looking at God as one 
looks at a Friend ; ready to ask that things be On the 
Square and fair to each last sinner of us all. 
We like to think of him in Paradise ; joking with Peter ; 
telling tales to Paul ; the Secretary of the Apostles' 
Club ; sending a message by a shooting-star down there 
to East Aurora ; making his Little Journeys to the 
Saints ; wishing at times to see the colored man walk 
through the Pullmans droning " last call for dinner in 
the dining-car." 



IN MEMORIAM 159 

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Well, he will never hear that call again until Mankind 
sits down to table at the Day of Judgment to sup with 
God the King. 

But we will think of him until the end — a friend who is 
not dead, but waits Somewhere for us to greet us 
unawares. For he is but upon some Journey gone, and 
when we follow him it is our hope that we shall go as he 
went, cheerful and unafraid, content to die or live as it 
should happen, and saying in the end, " Life liked me 
well." 5o» 5«» 

Elbert Hubbard dead ! Go to ! He is immortal, and with 
the immortals sings today. 

We knew him and we liked him. He made songs from 
the commonplace. He made the commonplace seem 
Best of All. His little books were testaments of courage. 
C He must have stood up when he knew that Death 
was coming and hailed Him with a cheer and said : 
'• Come on, Old Man, don't look so glum about it. It 's 
your job ; don't you see? So do it gracefully. Smile, 
damn you!" And Death said back to him: "Hubbard, a 
few like you would put my game upon the blink. I 'm 
busy, Elbert, but not too busy to wish you 'd stayed at 
home. Life 's where your business lies." 
That 's how I think of him the last of all. And then the 
sea runs smoothly where the " Lusitania " sank. 
Well, let 's keep the work still going that he started, 



160 IN MEMORIAM 

cheering mankind and making the Job Worth While. 
And who knows but that, some day, he may get to us 
by wireless and say to us, '* Well done ! " 
For, some day, we shall hear again from Elbert Hub- 
bard. That message in a bottle is bobbing 'round the 
old Atlantic. We '11 wait for it until it drives ashore. 

Editor "Denver Post" rj ZI T^**.**.^*. 

Denver, Colo. H. 11, I ammen. 

eLBERT HUBBARD'S writings and sayings will 
be handed down to future generations as among 
the best that ever were published. I have used his 
mottoes and his writings a great many times, and 
certainly I shall miss words from his pen in the future. 
All I can say is that the whole country will miss Mr. and 
Mrs. Hubbard and the grand work which they have 
done in the past, and particularly the writings of Mr. 
Hubbard to young people. 

Supt. Rolling Stock, N. Y. C. & H. R. R. R. ri rrr n^„ _;^^ 

New York City -T . W, BraZieY, 

# r\ HROUGH well-nigh twen ty year s of the most 
Vi«^ pleasant business dealings with Mr. Hubbard 
we had course to know his matchless integrity and those 
high qualities of mind and spirit that bespoke the great- 
ness of the man. 

Buffalo EUCoWe Works , f '«''"? Wilhelm, 

Buffcto. N. r. Andrew R. Koehler. 



IN MEMORIAM 161 

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I CAME to know Elbert Hubbard through his 
books: first the outside of them — they were so 
beautifuj[lx..jQgde — then through the insi de, and I 
recognized that a man who could make a book so 
beautifully would do everything he touched with the 
same care and exquisite regard for the sake of its 
appearance and for its intellectual appeal. 
Of course I knew that he was not making these books, 
but that he was insisting that others should make them 
as he himself would have made them had he been 
brought up to that trade. 

" Do what I tell you to do," is what made the Roycroft 
Shop what it is : the beautiful furniture designed, the 
beautiful bindings, the beautiful typesetting, the beau- 
tiful statuary, and etchings ; indeed, the whole aspect 
of the place is the result of other people doing what the 
master mind had told them to do. 

Hubbard, himself, could not have carved a statue or 
perhaps have drawn a picture, but when he was about 
his mind was of the character that would compel others 
to see things his way, and to do accordingly — and his 
way was good because he was good — artistic, high- 
minded, clean in spirit and body. 

The man Hubbard was the guiding spirit of the place, 
as he was one of the guiding spirits of the world. 
New York City David Bisphani, 



162 IN MEMORIAM 

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XHAVE known Mr. Hubbard since Nineteen 
Hundred Three. Coming here from New 
York I engaged in business with more brains 
than money and naturally a little fearful 
lest I could not make it a paying thing ; when one day 
the good news came to me that Elbert Hubbard was to 
give a lecture here, and I assure you I lost no time in 
going to see him and hear him also, for by that time I 
was really at the crossroads, mentally. 
Only those who know the joy of meeting old friends 
can appreciate my feelings at the moment when Mr. 
Hubbard stepped on the platform, and his first words 
were, " If you want to be a success in this world, then 
the first step is to abolish fear, for th ^jower that places 
a responsibility on you knows that you are_equa l to it or 
you would not be selected to assume it." Well, I almost 
wept with happiness, and from that moment to this I 
have been^jt„.5Ji£;i£gss ; and today his picture graces my 
desk where many tangible problems are solved. Mr. 
Hubbard's picture, today as we look on it, is a blessing, 
a benediction and an inspiration to me and my force. 
Oakland, Cat. Margaret Weeks, 

Elbert Hubbard was as a brother to me. I shall miss 

him until the end comes for me. 

Pittsburgh, Pa. ByroTi W. King, A. M., Ph. D, 



IN MEMORIAM 163 

XF it were possible to find adequate words at my 
command to express the love and appreciation 
that is in my heart for Elbert and Alice Hubbard I would 
be most happy. But, it does seem an impossible thing 
to voice what is in my heart. The sense of personal loss, 
the feeling of eternal obligations to those two great 
intellects and mighty souls, are almost overpowering 
when one faces them. Surely no two people alive or 
dead are so absolutely alive as Alice and Elbert Hub- 
bard, whose written and spoken words have carried 
and will carry such mental stimulus, such optimism and 
incentive for big thoughts and deeds to all who have 
been fortunate enough to know them, either personally 
or through their great work. 
Ocean City, N. J. LauTa Nclson HolL 

eLBERT HUBBARD added many notes to the 
chromatic scale of literature, playing his scores 
of "Little Journeys" thereon with the most acute and 
perceptive melodies of the Human Heart. 
No other American has imparted so much Strength, 
Courage and Inspiration to the youth of this nation as he. 
€1 And as for his wife, she wrote one article that I have 
read more times than I have any other in our language. 
Adieu, sweet souls — Adieu! 

Aulander, N. C. /?. E, White, 



164 IN MEMORIAM 

t m n nt - n -r — — — " " " ~ " " — — — — — — .. 

I THINK I Uked Elbert Hubbard because I have 
always liked preachers, and this he was although 
at many times he failed to fellowship with some of the 
more orthodox ones, and he very often perverted the 
text for fear he would be called orthodox; but is there 
any difference between " Cast your bread upon the 
^water" and "The man who never does any more than 
jfhe gets paid for never gets paid for any more than he 
does"; or between "Be a good forgetter" and "Forgive 
your enemies "? 

Elbert Hubbard rendered a great service in helping 
people to sense the great philosophies of life. I am 
putting up as a tribute to him a lot of his sayings in the 
shape of a frieze in one of the rotundas. In this way 
will the memory of the man who has done much to 
help me be perpetuated in my family and among my 
friends &9^ d#» 

Ri%^idtclr Frank A, Miller, 




Put yourself in the other man's place and 
then you will know why he thinks certain 
things and does certain deeds. Put your- 
self in his place and your blame will dis- 
solve itself into pity, and your tears will 
wipe out the record of his misdeeds &^ 
The saviors of the world have simply 
been men with wondrous sympathy s^ 



CROSSING THE BAR 

(A Favorite with Elbert Hubbard) 

UNSET and evening star, 
And one clear call for me! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar, 
When I put out to sea, 

But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 

Too full for sound and foam. 
When that which drew from out the boundless deep 

Turns again home. 

Twilight and evening bell, 

And after that the dark! 
And may there be no sadness of farewell, 

When I embark; 

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place 

The flood may bear me far, 
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 

When I have crossed the bar. 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 




N all this horrible war, tke passing of 
Elbert Hubbard is the supreme 
tragedy &^ &9^ 

To me he was easily the deepest 
thinker, the sanest philosopher and 
the ablest writer of his time. 
No other man has so profoundly 
influenced me in every human faculty. 
He constantly revealed things I long knew and believed, 
but did not know I knew and believed them until he 
told me. 

The Fra's intellect swept the universe and ventured far 
out into uncharted space. 
He was a universal man. 

He brought our notions about Deity down to date ; 
helped more than IngersoU to laugh the devil out of 
existence ; made doctors unnecessary by prescribing 
fresh air, laughter and work ; and showed how little 
justice there is in law. 

He taught the divinity of work, and revealed how much 
happiness there is if you simply reach out and take it &^ 
Every topic he touched took on a new and interesting 
aspect &^ &u* 

If he wrote about sawdust, the theme became absorb- 
ing under his surpassing genius. 

The dear Fra wrote words that leaped with laughter, and 
still other words that were wet with tears. 
His sense of humor was as keen as any blade that ever 
came out of Damascus, while his wisdom and knowledge 



168 IN MEMORIAM 

were profoundly deep. If men ever touch fingers with 

the Infinite — ^if the Almighty ever speaks to mortals, as 

is alleged in Holy Writ — then Hubbard was one such 

man, and he was a prophet as surely as the prophets of 

the dead and misty past. 

Those who have listened to Elbert Hubbard in his 

inspired moments at the Chapel, and looked into those 

strangely magnetic eyes when the voltage was high, can 

only believe that this man was surely set apart to 

influence and direct the times in which he lived and the 

times that are to come. 

That the Hubbard philosophy will make still more rapid 

headway is certain, for it is one of the paradoxes of life 

that we do not recognize and appreciate genius to the 

full until we lose it. 

To many of us the fondest recollections go back to the 

late Eighties and the early Nineties, when Hubbard 

was a stray comet in the literary sky, which had not yet 

found its orbit. 

In those good days the specter of a large payroll did not 

haunt him, and the burdens of a great institution were 

not fastened upon his back. 

We love the days of the fireside talks, the cider and 

apples and hickory-nuts, the merry persiflage when the 

sun sank in golden glory in the West. 

Our hearts return to the time when Hubbard fished his 



IN MEMORIAM 169 

a ■■ nil m — n ■»■■■■ ■ « i m " « — ■■■■ - ■■ ■••— • 

" Little Journeys " out of the ink-bottle away off in the 
little cabin in the woods s^ We look back fondly into the 
past when the making of things by hand was the guiding 
inspiration — when lassies from the farms beautified 
books with brush and colors. 

To me the growth of the Roycroft Idea into a great 
commercial institution was almost a tragedy, and yet 
we now see the wisdom and foresight of a master mind. 
il The great Roycroft Shop henceforth has a mission 
that will make it still greater, and that is to print and 
send out over all the earth the mighty works of this 
mighty man. 

To this purpose every heir to the genius of Hubbard 
should dedicate himself, and the compensation will be 
the satisfaction of bestowing a blessing and a benedic- 
tion upon the human race. 

We mourn the loss of every life in this mad and insane 
war, but most of all do we mourn the loss of Elbert 
Hubbard s** &^ 

Of the millions of human beings that crowd the earth, 
there is not one to take his place. 
This thought must now comfort us : 
He always lifted up his voice for Liberty, and his 
philosophy eternally advocated Happiness, Health and 
Honest Work. 

Ne'wTork CUy'"" ^"'""'"^ ^'^ BcTt M, MoseS, 



170 IN MEMORIAM 







LBERT HUBBARD, more than any one else, 
living or dead, helped me to live. He was 
a practical philosopher, an apostle of the 
workaday. To leisure folk he might mean 
spice or tabasco in the flavor of their lives, but to those 
who live by doing he was the needful bread for 
every-day consumption. 

I never clasped hands, nor exchanged spoken words, 
with him, but there was no need. His simitar-like mind, 
his great soul and capacious heart spoke to us across 
the spaces. The spirit of our Fra Elbertus was pervasive. 
Distance did not count, nor does it now count. He has 
left so voluminous a record of his thoughts that we can 
feed upon and live by them to the end of our lives, even 
though there be future centenarians among us. 
In my scrapbook of precious things I have pasted two 
letters on the cheery yellow Roycroft stationery. It is 
significant of him that both began, " My dear Ada." 
Formalities among his readers were not for him. 
Referring in this letter to a manuscript of mine which he 
afterwards published in " The Fra," he ended kindly 
appreciation of it with the words : " It had the actinic 
ray. It contained the friendly germ." Certainly the 
friendly germ dwelt within, and multiplied in, him. It 
was part of his gospel not to walk with eyes star-fixed, 
and so walking to stumble, but to walk shoulder to 



IN MEMORIAM 171 

shoulder, palm to palm, eye to eye, among one's fellows. 
€1. He was a foe to snobbery in the name of morality. 
** I care not what a man is. I only care what he has 
become," he said, and saying, practised. 
•' Work, study, laugh, love, play." This was his litany 
of daily living. It comprehended the gamut of life. It 
was the recipe of human happiness. Often he repeated 
it, but not too often. With innumerable and always 
cheer-bringing variations, he preached those five neces- 
sities of the balanced existence. 

He enriched my life by guiding my reading away from 
the particular into the general. He gave me vision of the 
largeness of life and the universality of human interests. 
He taught me to be gentle in my judgments, and showed 
me the futility of rancor. He slackened furiously beat- 
ing pulses by his words, "In a world where death is, 
there is no room for hate." 

He taught me not to fear life. He caused me to discover 
that it is no bodeful enemy of ours, but a vigorous 
sparring partner, no more to be feared than the punch- 
ing-bag with which we exercise of a morning, and that 
while it deals us a blow now and then, does so without 
malice and because of our own awkwardness. 
He has left us his philosophy and his shining example. 
But even the memory of that sun of his spirit, that 
could not be eclipsed, can not pluck out the bitterness 



172 IN MEMORIAM 

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of his passing. In one of his letters in my book of 
precious things he referred to a delay and said, " It 
was caused by the atrocious conduct of Bill Kaiser, who 
is kicking up so much dust across the sea." In one of 
his latest lay sermons he repeated his doctrine of 
courage, of work, of good- will. " The man who lives 
thus nothing can harm," he said, "and when he goes 
down it will be amid a wreck of worlds." 
He was such a man and he has gone down. Upon such 
wreckage of worlds we seem to have fallen, that made 
the manner of his death possible. 
New York City Ada Potterson, 

eLBERT HUBBARD was one of the greatest 
eman cipator s, towering above all men who had 
ever lived, perhaps, in his ability to state facts more 
tersely than had ever been done before. Centuries may 
elapse before such a mind may appear again. His loss is 
a worldwide calamity. 

Santa Rosa, Cat. LutheY BuTbonk, 

I regret more than I can tell the loss of Mr. and Mrs. 
Hubbard. They were my good friends — we exchanged 
many thoughts. Two great, bright lights have been 
snuffed out — and, oh, how dark it is! 

The Barker-Swan Service p j...,'« r o^^j,^^ 

Chicago. III. tdwiTi L. Barker. 



IN MEMORIAM 173 

I REGARD Elbert Hubbard as one of the greatest 
men that this country has ever produced, and 
nothing has happened in recent years that has so much 
grieved me as the sad, untimely death of this great 
thinker and writer. I have been reading everything that 
he has written for a number of years, and I am pleased 
to say that I am a bigger and better man for having 
done so do» s^ 

Atlanta, Ga. J- D. AtkisSOTl, 

XFEEL, as do thousands of other Philistines, that 
the world has lost a man whose immense soul 
was full of love for all humankind and with a mind 
that could, seemingly without effort, delve to the pro- 
foundest depths or soar to the lofty heights of canonized 
bards do» b^ 

As the Sixteenth Century was marked by Shakespeare, 
and the Eighteenth by Pope, so will Elbert Hubbard's 
writings portray the spirit of these days and the 
advanced civilization of the New World. 
Troy, N. Y. B. B, WUUamson, D.D.S, 

I loved Elbert Hubbard and share in the loss of our 
friend. The world needs such men. Words can not 
express my regrets in his being taken away from us. 
Chicago, III. W. E. Buehler, M, D, 



174 IN MEMORIAM 

ELBERT HUBBARD 

X fl ES — I knew him well; 
§ I He was a kindly man, 

^t^f^r And I am glad that I have lived 
^ ■ *^^ To hear a thousand little squeaking squibs 
That once spake ill of him, 
In patriotic guise now pipe his praise. 
He was his Country's sacrifice : 
He had no fear of self or men or death, 
And I can see him, even as the ship goes down, 
" Contemplate with pleasure the exquisite ' transition 
of death.' " 

He lived each day prepared to live, and so prepared to die. 

He told me once, no inspiration greater ever came to him, 

Than when he visited Whitman, and Old Walt 

With palsied hand beat with his cane upon the floor, 

The while, with mighty voice, he read aloud these lines : 

" Come lovely and soothing Death, 

Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, 

In the day, in the night, to all, to each, 

Sooner or later, delicate Death." 

It was a little prairie town where he was bom. 
Close by where Lincoln lived. 

And where the voice of Bob Burdette with laughter rang. 
And IngersoU with thundering challenge spake, 



IN MEMORIAM 175 

* " " ~ -- — - n - i -■ - ■ - 1 ri r n na n « ■ 

And where the poet Hovey first saw the light of day; 

All these he loved, 

And each impressed his stamp upon his soul, 

And he, the many-sided man, 

Contained the elements of all — 

Counselor, jester, reasoner, poet — all in one. 

He spread new Gospel o'er the land, 

And opened wells of inspiration 

That quenched the thirst of many a famished soul. 

He gave to Art a higher place, 

To Labor newer zeal. 

And thundered so against the battlements 

Of Orthodoxy, that men began to feel 

That God was in themselves, as well as in the Church. 

He rests — a victim of strange Fate, 

And though we curse the cause, 

We will not mourn for him — 

He would not have it so — 

But we shall draw our inspiration from his source. 

And live our lives, that we may prove : 

" To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die." 

Indianapolis, Ind. GcOTge BicknclL 

An American Religion : Work, Play, Breathe, 
Bathe, Study, Laugh, Live and Love. 



176 IN MEMORIAM 

I!N assuring you of the personal loss I have sus- 
tained in the passing of Elbert Hubbard and 
Alice Hubbard, I fully realize my inability to adequately 
express myself. 

The shock, the sorrow, the pity of it that such things 
could be are too great for mere mention. I admired 
Elbert Hubbard not only for the brilliancy of his 
writings, but because I believed him to be a sincere 
worker in the interests of his fellowmen. The world 
can illy spare such a man, but the gems of thought he 
left behind will remain to cheer and encourage the 
faint-hearted of this and coming ages. 

South Bend, Ind. J' D. OUveT, 

XHAVE known Mr. Hubbard for the past ten 
years and his writings and brilliant lectures have 
always been an inspiration to me. That he was an 
uppermost factor in the uplift of mankind goes without 
saying &d- &i^ 

Fairbanks, Morse & Co. p p s^^^aa^I 

Chicago, III. Jf , jb. Kaeppel, 

The loss of Elbert Hubbard is a great loss to the world. 
His writings made people think. His place in history 
will be among the brightest minds the world^has^ pro- 
duced. 

Grand Consul Washington Memorial r<^i r^u i A r^J.~„^« 

Highway Ass'n, Fairfax, S. D. i^Ol. LnarleS A, JOtinSOn. 



IN MEMORIAM 177 

aT a meeting of the Men's Club of the Lafayette 
Reformed Church, held Tuesday evening, June 
Eighth, the following resolution was passed: 
Whereas, in the passing away of Elbert Hubbard, this 
Club has lost one of its most distinguished members; 
a man whose name and works are known in many 
parts of the world, and 

Whereas, he honored this Club by becoming an active 
member, which he was induced to do by his expressed 
approval of the objects of the Club and the goodfellow- 
ship which existed, be it 

Resolved, that the Men's Club of the Lafayette Church, 
Jersey City, does hereby express its sincere regret over 
the severe loss which the Club has sustained. 

Oscar A. Lindauer, 

Jersey City, N. J. .«=aoae=>. General Secretary. 

XHAVE been entertained, enlightened and in turn 
convulsed and saddened by the works of Elbert 
Hubbard, more so than by any other writer who ever 
lived; and the knowledge that the curtain has forever 
fallen is almost unbearable. 
Philadelphia. Pa. WUUam A. Beavati. 

Like Lincoln, Hubbard went down to the assassin of a 
lost cause. It 's a shame. Perhaps it had to be. 

Jre',yile^"conada Witifield BrewsteT. 



178 



IN MEMORIAM 



#¥%HATEVER may be our personal opinions of his 
\JL/ characteristics, which some of us may consider a 
departure at times from the conventional requirements 
of society, we yet may pay tribute to the genius of the 
man, in admiration for his bold championship of the 
rights of free speech and thought, and to his expressed 
intolerance of shams and hypocrisy. A genius so bene- 
ficial to mankind justifies us, I think, in the hope, if 
not the belief, that it has not been snuffed out by the 
waters of the sea, but has only been transferred to a 
higher plane of activity where under better conditions 
it will grow and benefit even more than it did on this 
plane of existence. 

Geo. W. Duffus. 



President Rotary Club 
Pittsburgh, Pa, 




If wc are ever damned it will not be 
because we have loved too much, 
but because we have loved too little. 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

eOOD-NIGHT, friend Fra, you 've gone to bed 
Among the cohorts of the " dead," 
Your body sleeping in the sea, 
Your soul wrapped in Infinity. 

On earth fair war on written page 

Your pen was ever strong to wage ; 

And though your corpse ne'er knows the sod, 

Your soul now knows the Only God. 

Philistine, Fra, O mortal wise. 
Who saw all things with Prophet's eyes, 
Torpedoed on material sea 
You 've now reached your Infinity. 
Cincinnati, Ohio Howord Soxby, Jr. 




MERSON said, "When God lets 
loose a thinker on this earth, be- 
ware." There certainly was a thinker 
J^ let loose when Elbert Hubbard was 
born. He was a born discoverer of 
men, a man who had a genius for 
arousing the ambition, especially of 
the young, a man who had a genius for energizing people. 
He was never dreary, never commonplace. He always 
compelled attention. However we might differ with him 
in his opinions we never could help listening, and we 
were always influenced by him. 

I certainly feel that I am very greatly indebted to him. 
He has been an inspiration to me for many years. 
From the last number of " The Fra " I quote this 
sentence: "The last test is this: What influence has a 
man's life had upon civilization? " Now, we all know 
that Mr. Hubbard has influenced civilization as very 
few men have. I don't know of any man, possibly 
barring one or two, who has helped to discover so many 
young men as has Mr. Hubbard. Many young men have 
told me that " A Message to Garcia " has been the 
turning-point in their career. It has shown them ability, 
resources which they never before dreamed they pos- 
sessed. If Mr. Hubbard had never written anything 
else than "A Message to Garcia," I believe that one 
thing would have made him famous. It has done more 
good than many profound works on theology, and will 
continue to be a living force for many years to come. 



182 IN MEMORIAM 

In trying to measure Mr. Hubbard we should have to 
put a measuring -line around his atmosphere. He was 
not all accounted for between his hat and his boots, as 
some writer has said. He was not all accounted for in 
his physiology and his anatomy. There was something 
in Mr. Hubbard — something back of the flesh, but not 
of it — which made for a powerful personality. Wherever 
he went he was like a huge magnet attracting people to 
him. No matter whether they agreed with him or not, 
he attracted them, he interested them, and wherever he 
went he was the observed of all observers. I have often 
seen people stop and turn around on the street to look 
at him. He was a remarkable personality, and however 
we may estimate his life we must acknowledge this, 
that he was a tremendous force — a masterful man s^ 
New York City Dt. Orisoix Swctt Mardeti, 

X BECAME a subscriber to "The Fra " because 
Elbert Hubbard seemed to be a man quite out of 
the ordinary — what the Icelanders used to call '* not 
an e very-day man" — and I found in the work which 
he produced with such extraordinary enthusiasm and 
energy very often ideas expressed with a fresh ness and 
originality which pleased me very much. I greatly 
regretted his sad and untimely loss. 

U. S. Senator From New York HOTl. EHhu Root. 



IN MEMORIAM 183 

EIVE men were doomed to die today, dangling 
at the end of the hangman's rope, within 
these walls. 
Five smiling pictures of Elbert Hubbard, 
above my desk, seem happier since reprieves were 
issued at the last moment, for he always was against 
Capital Punishment as inefficient, non-deterrent, an 
anachronism from the ancients, a blot on civiliza- 
tion. It is appropriate, too, that he suffer the Death- 
Penalty in a murderous, legalized War, that his death 
might be a protest. 

Practical reform in penology lost one of its ablest advo- 
cates. A half-million inmates are heavy-hearted, for he 
was truly a friend to these friendless. His purse was 
open, his hand outstretched and his heart a-smiling 
open-doored towards prisoners, for he knew that their 
weaknesses and Society's ruthlessness had made them 
social outcasts. He knew how they hungered for the 
kind of friendships that would strengthen any effort 
toward better things. He gave me something of a hope 
like that felt by these condemned men today. He came 
to me when almost all had spurned me. What cheer it 
was to feel that a man of Hubbard's standing could find 
something worth while in my make-up — and — when 
years later, he came to visit me at the prison and put 
his stout arm across my shoulders, I felt something very 



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like a father's love — something I 'd never known ! £•> 
Those of us who knew the MAN, loved him. Some of 
us have said savage things, to his face — whilst carping 
critics have done little more than bark at his broad 
back. Perhaps these last will be kinder, now that he 
sleeps where tender fronds of sea -mosses make soft 
his pillow. He was my friend and I can remember only 
his fellowship. Perhaps he smiles beneath the beryl 
waters, as he smiles above my desk, for surely he 
knows he is remembered in our hearts! 

Florence, Ariz. Louis VictOY Eytifige, 

Sou must have received many very sympathetic 
letters of condolence, as well as many sincere 
enthusiastic letters of praise and admiration for Elbert 
Hubbard &^ &^ 

Certainly no one could ever better express good solid 
truths — truths necessary for every one to know and 
live by if we wish to perpetuate our country and the 
principles upon which it is founded — than did Elbert 
Hubbard, and I doubt if any one ever reached a larger 
and more appreciative audience than he. 
It is to be hoped that the work he commenced and the 
institution he founded, may go on successfully, following 
the lines laid out by him. 

New York City TheO. N. Voil, 



IN MEMORIAM 185 

^L ■ ^^HILE many kinds of human activity must 
W ■ ^J miss the giantesque head and heart and 
^ B ^ hand and voice of this all-around Man, to 
VJL^ whom "nothing human was foreign," I feel 
that he is most to be mourned and acclaimed by us 
freethinkers, to whom for a generation, and especially 
since the death of Robert G. IngersoU, he was mouth- 
piece and publicity-agent-to-the-millions. 
For years, long before I went on the religious rampage 
myself, Elbert Hubbard prevented my feeling lone- 
some. He made it easier, because of his own glad and 
easy freedom, to say freely what I felt most deeply. His 
own exuberant and significant individualism made it 
a simpler matter for one to be self-insistent, when 
conscious at the same time of the desire to be thereby 
the more efficiently serviceable. He gave glory to 
" crankiness." 

" A man, for a' that and a' that," yet the Fra was a 
typical American, in that his whole career was a warm, 
throbbing, marching embodiment of the Declaration of 
Independence. Practically, he said to the Past and to 
Society: " I thank you for all you have given, and 
all that you are, to me ! But through me, too, speaks 
the Universal Life; and I am a Creator of endless 
Society and of the infinite Future." 
ifol'n'.i;,*/..^''"''"'' ""'""""" Charles Fleischer. 



186 IN MEMORIAM 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

^v^E judge you now by what you hated, 
r I J You trained your lance on fraud and cant: 
Your wit and humor concentrated 

Have pierced some hides of adamant. 

A manly nature, kindly, gracious, 

With no good cause or work at odds ; 

Through your own genius, glad and spacious. 
We have a message from the gods. 

You wrote of Lincoln, Christ-like, tender, 
You saw his humor, loved the man; 

You taught the truth his words engender, 
Like him, a true American. 

The good, the true, the great, the gentle. 
Ah, how sweet you made the themes; 

No man dare call you sentimental. 

But you have dreamed some pleasant dreams. 

What man is here so dull or stoic. 

What soul that knew you well or long, 

But has learned the strain heroic, 

Which formed the burden of your song ? 



IN MEMORIAM 187 

You said bright things and having wed them 

To diction fair from your rich stock, 
You took no heed of having said them — 

The man was greater than the talk. 

It may have been that in your singing 

A discord lingered, now and then; 
But through your life, as music ringing, 

Comes clear and true your love for men. 

Should there be within your garden, 

Some noxious weed-growth, as in mine, 

I will not let my judgment harden — 
The bloom you gave us was divine. 

L* envoi 

Ended here a " Little Journey," 

Of sweet conception, noble plan; 
Victor oft in joust and tourney — 
A gentle man. 

One would ask for rhythm sweeter 

To equal this fair theme's demands; 
I 'm sure you '11 smile at good Saint Peter — 
And just shake hands. 
Pittsburgh. Pa. Hauison D. Mason. 



188 IN MEMORIAM 

^^-■■^^ITH the passing out of Alice Hubbard there 
^ ■ ^^ went one of the great souls of the day. 
V ■ V Large in thought, magnetic in personality, 
V^l^^ great in sympathy and loving -kindness, she 
made hearts happy. 

Her friends were blessed in their contact with her 
gentle soul, for she strengthened their spirit and put an 
inner fire into their very being. 

She was an ardent worker for the emancipation of 
women, using the great volume of her literary attain- 
ment unsparingly for the Cause. 

I shall ever treasure the letter received from her before 
sailing, when she rejoiced in the opportunity for a 
study of the woman question across the water and for 
the analysis which she expected to make of the woman's 
movement there. 

There was a subtle bond of friendship between us — 
the kind of friendship which neither asks nor demands 
explanation. We understood and loved each other. 
Between us there was the broadest possible human 
sympathy. Whenever I sought the Roycroft she was 
there with help and inspiration. This inspiration can 
never pass away — warmed by love and a broad sym- 
pathy it must live ever in the hearts of those of us who 
knew and loved Alice Hubbard. 
Buffalo. N. Y. (Mrs. F. J.) Nettie Rogers Shuler, 



IN MEMORIAM 189 

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#V% HEN Elbert and Alice Hubbard went down with 
VEx the " Lusitania " we lost two good personal 
friends indeed ; and yet this was a little matter com- 
pared to the world loss. An old saying of King David's 
came into my mind at the time, " Know ye not that 
there is a Prince and a great man fallen this day in 
Israel? " 

I wonder if it was not well ordained that Elbert Hub- 
bard should die a victim of the system he fought against, 
for in his death he at least will help to give it a deathblow. 

" The Fincherie" r> ^ th. «. o ^ 

Greenwich, Conn. tmest 1 tlOmpSOn oetOTl. 

SOR many a year I have derived countless hours of 
pleasure, instruction and amusement from the 
writings of Elbert Hubbard, and of late I felt a still 
stronger bond of affection for him for his timely and 
vigorous denunciation of my country's enemies. I 
mourn his loss, as do thousands more, and I only hope 
his work may continue unabated in intensity and extent. 

Green Lane, Carnonstie a fu tj n • 

Scotland Archibald Briggs. 

Elbert Hubbard has left behind a legacy of thought — 
jewels beyond price. I have loved him and always shall. 
I revere his memory. 

Omaha.lNeh. R. E, Swetlond. 



190 IN MEMORIAM 



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Y first opportunity to spend a day at East 
Aurora was on Independence Day, five 
years ago. I arrived in East Aurora on the 
evening of July Third, and with Elbert and 
his wonderful partner, Alice, I spent the Fourth, return- 
ing to Wellesley on July Fifth. It was the year that they 
were leading the fight for a sane Fourth. Everybody 
then thought they were crazy and unpatriotic, but today 
rtheir principles regarding the celebration of the Fourth 
I of July have been adopted the nation over. 
I was especially pleased to spend TudrprnHcnric Day — 
with them, because they seemed to stand for inde- 
pendence in the broad, worth-while sense, more than 
any couple whom I well knew. They had caught the 
vision that true happiness can come only through real 
independence, which should be the goal for all of us &^ 
On the other hand, Elbert and Alice Hubbard also 
recognized that no one of us can be completely inde- 
pendent until all are independent with us. We can save 
ourselves only as we permit others to save themselves 
also. Certainly they both demonstrated this at the time 
of their tragic death ; and were they here today, I believe 
that this would be the lesson that they would draw from 
the fatal accident. 

I also have a warm spot in my heart for them for the 
sympathy they gave me in my fight that the world should 



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recognize that t he law . "All action is followed by equal 
reaction," applies to economics, politics and even 
ethics, as well as to physics, chemistry and mechanics. 
They recognized that the GoldenJBjile was based on 
this principle, and only when it was so taught as a 
scientific proposition would it begin to command the 
respect it deserves. 

Wellesley Hills, Mass. Roget W, BabsOTl. 

XWAS a warm admirer of Mr. Hubbard and have 
enjoyed vastly the writings of him and the dear 
lady who went down with him. This is a distinct and 
irreparable loss to the whole country. Mr. Hubbard 
was doing a wonderful service and his aid to humanity 
was infinite and helpful, and I add my sorrow to theirs 
over his untimely taking. 

Shreveport, La. J' B. Ardis, 

y^*vHE loss to the United States in these two lives 

^^y alone is far greater than any " Lusitania " or her 

cargo &^ &^ 

Mr. Hubbard was the very embodiment of clear, fair 

judgment and good-will to all sound commonsense 

with the benevolent spirit. Who is there that can 

take up his work ? 

New York City Hetixy W. Bellsmith, 



192 IN MEMORIAM 



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AKER of thought, you are gone I Master of 
words, you have left us! And not e'en a 
tomb at which we may pay homage. Into 
the depths of the unknown you have passed 
to your rest, head up, shoulders back ! 
I can see you at your desk writing out the "good stuff"; 
I can see you in the assembly-room voicing your wonder- 
ful philosophy ; I can see you in the shop permeating 
good-cheer ; I can see you on the playground, loving, 
laughing, playing ! 

I can see you standing by the boat-rail looking into that 
fathomless depth — your grave — with a clear eye and a 
clearer conscience ; I can see you cheering her whose 
heart your blessings cherished ; I can see you, arm 
about her, completing your last "Little Journey." You 
have gone ! 

But we can not forget the doctrine of your heart ; we 
can not forget the cheer, the love, the work ; we can not 
forget the heritage, weavings of your wondrous mind ; 
we can not forget you — we shall not forget you — Fra 
Elbertus ! 
Los Angeles, Cai. Alfred A. SamuelsoTi, 

The truth is that in human service there is no 
low or high degree ; the woman who scrubs is 
as worthy of respect as the man who preaches. 



IN MEMORIAJM 193 







LBERT HUBBARD knew life and humanity. 
He loved and served his fellowman. Indeed, 
the great law, the law of human service, was 
in his heart. His mind went straight as an 
arrow to the minds of the past that have served their 
fellowmen; from such " Little Journeys " he brought 
forth their truth in relation to the service of man 5«- 
Without bitterness, without personal offense, he threw 
his smooth, round pebbles from the brook of truth with 
unerring aim at the apostles of humbug, wherever 
he found them. He was kindly to all men, but rever- 
enced only the truth that was in them; and their truth 
must be serviceable to humanity. 

To their truth he made his " Little Journeys." His great 
journey to his fundamental source of truth I am sure he 
never revealed. I always meant to talk it over with him 
some time in the future. 

There never was but one mind in this world able to 
sketch the geography of the universe — the universe of 
man — and give its longitude in love, its latitude in 
truth, and point out clearly how these bounded a uni- 
verse of uses. 

I knew when I began to read Hubbard, and found 
how true his lights were on the laws of human uses, 
that he had touched the one spring that Charles W. 
Eliot and all other clear thinkers have touched to get 



194 IN MEMORIAM 

the light of creation upon the truth of humanity &^ 
I said to Hubbard, as I once said to Eliot, " You must 
have read Immanuel Swedenborg in your youth," and 
both confessed they had, but each, true to the wisdom 
of that great author, refused to surrender his individual 
opinion upon many points. Neither of them could follow 
the heights and depths in his Laws of Correspondences, 
Maximus Homo and Influx ; but fundamentally they 
had from that source the great laws of human uses &^ 
Hubbard loved not only man and the service of man to 
his fellow, but all forms of life. The noble horse, the 
useful cow, the high-tasseled corn, the ripening grain, 
the trees of the forest, the grass on a thousand hills, 
all had meanings for him as a prose -poet of humanity &^ 
Nobody in his age ever rolled truth, the truth of human- 
ity and the laws of human service, into such epigram- 
matic crystals of thought. He brought truths up from 
the earth and down from the heavens and set them in 
stars — scintillating crystals of light for the man at the 
forge, at the bench, in the factory, and in the counting- 
room. We shall not soon see his like again. The sun 
will continue to shine by day, but in the night, when 
nations are at war and politics and business are at war, 
we shall miss some stars of bright, particular, epi- 
grammatic shining — his stars. 

Manager "Boston News Bureau" r\ tx/ T>nwf\r% 

Boston, Mass. ^» M^- OOnon. 



IN MEMORIAM 195 

gLLOW a woman old enough to be your grand- 
mother to offer you her sincere sympathy for 
your sudden and overwhelming sorrow, which is also 
a public calamity. 

As a life subscriber to "The Philistine" Magazine, 
I wish to bear witness that the just and uplifting 
writings of your talented father have made my later 
years more bearable and in every way more pleasantly 
practicable than they might otherwise have been. 
Mitchell, s. D. Kate Barhyte, 

eLBERT HUBBARD was the most forceful writer 
of good English of his time. A man of genius 
whose facts were sublimated by his relation of them, 
and whose commonsense was doubled in efficiency by 
his method of statement, he was the one superlatively 
Great Teacher whom we could not spare. To foster a 
love of knowledge and learning; to continue the good 
work of emancipating the human mind from supersti- 
tion and thus establish a true " Rule of Reason "; to 
popularize once more commonsense, and common, 
human courtesy and kindliness among men, and amity 
among the nations of the earth — this was his mission 
here; and he discharged it, to the last hour of his 
busy, useful life. 

mS'ZlTo'&S! Henry A. Pavey. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



eLBERT HUBBARD has done much to ennoble 
mankind and to bring out the thoughts of minds 
kindred to his own. Hubbard, like all strong characters, 
often too pronounced in their utterances for their own 
good, has said and done many things that tended to 
his undoing. He has been criticized, ridiculed, calum- 
niated. A part, we admit, has been justified. A still 
greater part has been the result of mean enviousness 
due to the feeble faith of men in one another, and mis- 
guided or ignorant impressions of what the man has 
stood for i>^ &^ 

Elbert Hubbard has helped, far more than his traducers 
have ever done, to stimulate his hearers and his follow- 
ers with words of cheer and hope and desire for the 
better. His great axiom was the power of " initiative." 
His life was an expression of the force of the word and 
the deed itself in his capacity to express " initiative." 5«p 
Cincinnati, Ohio Johu F. PoQUC, 




Without love the world would echo only 
cries of pain ; the sun would shine 
only to show us grief ; each rustle 
of the leaf would be a sigh, and all 
the flowers fit only to garland graves. 



MY COUNTRY, 'T IS OF THEE 

{A Favorite With Elbert Hubbard) 



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Y country, 't is of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 
Of thee I sing; 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the Pilgrim's pride, 
From ev'ry mountain-side, 
Let freedom ring. 

— Samuel Francis Smith. 




TO ELBERT AND ALICE HUBBARD, LOVERS OF 
THE GREAT WEST 

A Tribute Prom an Easterner Written on Western Soil 
By Joseph H. Appel, Advertising Manager, Wanamaker's 

HAVE come three thousand miles 

to write this tribute. 

I tried to write it in New York. I 

failed. My heart was heavy. Sorrow 

was still in the air. Words limped. 

^ Then we started West ; my wife 

and I. 

Scarcely had we crossed the Mississippi when my mood 
changed. The gloom lifted. The sun shone. I felt a 
presence on the train — a new presence. The presence 
grew. It became more distinct ; more familiar. As we 
stepped aground in Kansas City I was not in the least 
surprised to find standing there by my side Elbert 
Hubbard, and Alice Hubbard, too. 

Oh, yes, they were alive ; very much alive ; they always 
were. Alive, alert, active, smiling. They radiated that 
same charm of manner, that quiet feeling of reserve 
force, that hearty good-fellowship which endeared them 
to all who came within their sphere. 
We did not talk. No, it was not a time for words. It was 
a time to feel. Yet we understood one another as we 
always had understood. 

The train pulled out of the station. We climbed aboard. 
They climbed aboard. And we traveled together — they 
and we — for a week or more. Over the vast plains to 



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Denver ; on to Colorado Springs ; into the solitary- 
desert — not solitary now I On to Albuquerque, where 
Elbert at once melted into the landscape of Indians 
always at the station — bronze face, eagle eye, long 
black hair. C. There we dined together in the Fred 
Harvey restaurant. It was a merry party, I swear it &^ 
We sped on together again — always together — over the 
alkali desert — to the Grand Canyon, the beginning and 
the end of the world, where we communed for a day 
with the Great Creator of all things. 
No, it was not uncanny, this spectral trip. It was not a 
dream. It was real. I tell you it was the real man and 
the real woman who were with us. I cared not where 
their bodies were. Their souls were here ; they were 
here &^ &t^ 

And so we traveled, I say — over the broad free country 
so dear to these two lovers of Nature — into sun-kissed 
California, through the golden orange-groves, down to 
the Harbor of the Sun, the blue bay of San Diego and 
Colorado. Then up again to Los Angeles, that giant of 
the Southwest, up through the mission coimtry redolent 
of Roycroft memories, stopping long enough at San 
Gabriel to witness together the mystical Mission Play, 
epic of the Indian, where again Hubbard seemed brother 
to the Red Men on the stage — men that kept the faith — 
that kept the faith even unto death. 



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And now I am in San Francisco. I enter the Saint Francis 

Hotel. My eye lights on a book on the table — yes, a 

Roycroft book, sure enough — " A Little Journey to San 

Mateo County," by Elbert Hubbard. 

I am at peace. My companions leave me. They wave 

their hands farewell. They are gone. 

I begin to write. My heart speaks. I am no longer dumb. 

I realize now why I can write here what I could not 

write in New York. 

This is the reason : The Hubbards, Elbert and Alice, 

were lovers of the Great West. They belonged to God's 

open country. They lived and walked in the open road. 

They slept under the stars. They were part of the great 

outdoors. They were Nature itself. They were pioneers. 

They were rugged in body, in heart, in soul. They were 

part of the forest, of the mountains, of the plains. They 

were children of the S\in. 

And so here — in sunny California— with the sweep of 

the Pacific on one side and on the other the vast reaches 

of our own dear country about which they wrote so 

eloquently, I speak these words. 

To you, Elbert, was given a mastery of God's greatest 

gift to man: the gift of self-expression — the power of 

language. 

With this gift was linked another: a rare insight into 

man himself — into his weaknesses, his foibles ; into his 



202 IN MEMORIAM 

fears, his hypocrisies, and into his better nature as well. 

€[ Words you used as a surgeon's scalpel. With them 

you probed into the living flesh to cut out the cancer of 

ignorance and fear. Oh yes, you hurt. You used no 

anesthetic. But you were cruel that you might be kind. 

You cured or you killed. 

You made mistakes — what surgeon does not? 

You were misunderstood — who is not? 

You, at times, were false to your better self — who is 

not? &^ &^ 

But you kept on battling against the wrong and against 

hypocrisy, confident that the end would bring you out 

right &^ 5^ 

And now the end has come — a little too soon, but none 

too soon to make you an immortal to your friends &^ 

To a businessman your greatest achievements were 

these two : You brought literature into advertising ; and 

advertising into literature. 

First you brought literature within reach of the people. 

That is a wonderful boon. You familiarized the people 

with the classics, with the masters, with science and 

art and education. 

You pinioned higher education on the point of your pen, 

and then dissolved it into lower education — so that all 

could understand. 

But your greatest service was just beginning when you 



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left us so untimely. You dedicated " The Fra " to busi- 
ness, to the business of living. You recognized that 
business is life and that life is business. 
And so I say your greatest achievement is in making 
literature out of advertising — which is the language of 
business ; and in bringing literature itself into the 
domain of business through advertising. 
Business has in it all the sum and substance of life. It is 
man's workshop, the crucible through which he evolves 
into a higher life hereafter. 

And so business needs literature, it needs culture, it 
needs art and science and education, it needs religion 
itself. C^ And religion and education, science and art, 
culture and literature, all need business. 
To you, Alice Hubbard, was given the gift of gracious 
womanhood ; the understanding of woman — of her 
needs, her longings, her rights. And having this under- 
standing of woman you necessarily understood man &^ 
You were gentle. You were kind. You were generous. 
You never lost your poise. 

You, also, were a master of thought and of diction. In 
the playfulness of your moods I doubt not that often 
you and the Master palmed off one another's writings 
on an unsuspecting public. 

You were a home woman. You mothered the whole 
Roycroft family. You mothered the guests at the 



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Phalansterie. €[ You managed the hotel, you managed 
the Shop and the workers, you "managed" your hus- 
band — yes, you did, and Elbert knew it, too; he told 
me so £•» J>«» 

You were a business woman and you fought for woman's 
rightful place in business. 

You were an emancipated woman and you fought for 
woman's freedom. 

Well, you are gone. You are gone on another journey, 
this time to a greater land than even the Great West. 
You are gone together as lovers should go. Inseparable 
here, you are inseparable there. 

Your work goes on also. But it goes on here. It must go 
on. It shall not die. 

Roycroft shall live: Roycroft ideals; Roycroft ideas; 
Roycroft literature; Roycroft art; Roycroft humanity &^ 

6LBERT HUBBARD was a unique character, 
possessed of a great talent to write vigorous, 
effective English, through which ran a pleasing vein 
of humor and homely philosophy of good sense. He 
made for himself a unique place in American literature. 
€1 He was truly great in his simplicity and modest in 
manner. These qualities made it a pleasure to meet 
him &^ &^ 

Pittsburgh, Pa. H, J. HeinZ, 



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£1 OU were indeed fortunate to have lived a while in 
^•r' the presence of those two great souls, Elbert and 
Alice Hubbard. Many of us desire such immeasurable 
privileges, but Fate, or the circumstance of time and 
place, denies us. But none may deny us the pleasure of 
reading their masterpieces of literature, for they belong 
to the immortals. Our perspective grows clearer with 
the passing of time, and just so our appreciation of 
their greatness will be enhanced, as the day of their 
sojourn here grows more distant from the horizon of 
the living *^ s^ 
Shreveport, La. W. A, AndeXSOn, 

DUBBARD was a man of marvelous versatility — an 
eminent lecturer, a prolific writer, a popular 
humorist, and last and best, a true philanthropist. If a 
man's age be counted by his usefulness to his fellows, 
then Hubbard was indeed patriarchal. 

Kingstown, Ireland ^ __ ^ M. M'Phail, 

Although I have never known Elbert Hubbard person- 
ally, I have felt on familiar terms with him for years 
and have enjoyed his writings immensely and have 
appreciated his wonderful gifts and enjoyed his writings 
to the utmost. 
Fort Sam Houston, Texas General J. G. C. Lee, 



206 IN MEMORIAM 

j^^HE sincerity, kindness and unselfishness of Elbert 
m ^'v Hubbard were never more manifest to me than 
one time at a meeting in Emerson Hall. He had returned 
from some hard trip, he was tired, but just the same he 
went to a meeting of his people, and on top of it he 
dressed up in the long coat, and he looked to me like a 
gentleman of the Sixties. He sat at the table and his 
head was bowed — a splendid head, too, one for both 
thought and action. He was a bit worn, and I felt a 
great surge of affection go out to him. He talked to us, 
and it was one of his best, I believe, because it was 
simple, yet deep, human and full of understanding. 

La Crosse, Wis. Leigh TolOTld. 

X LEARNED to admire Elbert Hubbard's many 
kindly traits, and I consider that in his particular 
line of writing he was a genius and certainly stood alone. 
America can never produce another Elbert Hubbard — 
and I beg to be inscribed among his devoted friends 5^ 
To his memory be it said : he loved his fellowman, he 
loved children, he loved animals, he hated cruelty, he 
abominated militarism, he loathed hypocrisy, he stood 
for America, he fought for her prosperity, he dared to 
speak economic truths. May peace in another world 
reward his activities here! 
s^n'Scuorcai. HetxTy p. Bowie. 



IN MEMORIAM 207 

©HE ready pen rusts on his desk, an expectant 
hush hangs over all, the study-door stands 
ajar, waiting, listening — surely, " Hope de- 
ferred maketh the heart sick," but Fra 
Elbertus walks no more, at eventide, under his beautiful 
oak-trees — he comes not to his own again. Scarce 
yesternight, he was here — cheery, humorous, sarcastic, 
biting mayhap, but always human; today the gray-green 
waves off the bleak Irish coast croon over his unfound 
body, and the Banshee wails his requiem — for does not 
the Master of Roycroft Inn lie fathoms deep in Kinsale 
waters, " with his head thrown up to the lips of the 
waves, and the curls on his forehead astir with the 
wind " ? 5^ 5«N 

I miss " The Philistine " — " published by Elbert Hub- 
bard every little while." The fearlessness of the free- 
lance was in his messages — yet the tender beauty of 
the early Spring morning, the calm and quiet of dawn 
in the hills, breathed in his word-poems. Cruel and 
more than " nine " were the stones from his sling at all 
creeds and forms of creeds, and at times we rose, 
aghast, at his mocking and indifferent blasphemy, but 
we stopped at his gay halloa ! And forgave him, as we 
met him at the corner, caressing a hurt child, pleading 
for the weak, defenseless and depraved — or making 
immortal the dauntless courage of our little West 



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Virginia lad — who carried the " Message to Garcia." 
€1 Might he not have been presaging the " one clear 
call," when he wrote late last Summer, " With Mother 
Nature we are happy and content ; and when the twilight 
gathers, and for us the day is done, she will hold us in 
her loving arms, and croon us a lullaby, as care casts 
anchor in the harbor of a dream " ? And Mother Nature 
still cradling him in her arms — the Sea refuses to give 
up its dead 5«. 5^ 

Grafton, W. Va. ROSB McGyQW, 

XT seems impossible to realize that Elbert Hub- 
bard is gone. I had known him for many years 
and always took a great interest in his writings; they 
were unique and he had a way of putting things that no 
one else I know of had the faculty of doing. His friends 
will miss him and the world has lost a character that it 
will be very hard to replace. 
Chicago, III. J. Ogden Armour, 

Fra Elbertus was one of the most interesting charac- 
ters I have ever met and I counted him amongst 
my good friends. He was especially close to the elec- 
trical industry, and we have practically adopted him as 
our working brother. 
National Lamp Works of General Electric Co. j;* rr zj„^,„U4,y** 

Chicago, III. " ' E. H, HaughtOTi, 



IN MEMORIAM 209 



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LBERT HUBBARD was my friend. I mourn, 
with thousands, his untimely taking-off. He 
was an educator. His style was that of the 
iconoclast; and, because of this, many took 
offense. But he could not have injured a human being 
knowingly. He was as tender-hearted as a baby. 
Hubbard was a stylist of rare beauty and strength — a 
master of diction. He played on the English language as 
few masters of music play on their instruments. He 
played on the emotions of people at will, and was hated 
and loved for it. But he was loved more than hated &^ 
I have known Mr. Hubbard for fifteen years. Little did 
I think that it would fall to my lot to write of his taking- 
off. I hoped it would be my good fortune to have him as 
my advocate and defender when I ceased to be able to 
defend myself. If such had been the case, how very 
much better my chances would have been for acquittal 
than his ! Every man goes to judgment ; but, I conceive, 
not before gods or God, but before his peers. 
Hubbard was a great man. Those who do not agree to 
this are not able to judge. His equal will not soon appear; 
his superior never will. 

Denver, Col. J- H. TUdetl, M, D, 

To escape criticism : Do nothing, say nothing, 
be nothing. 



210 IN MEMORIAM 

J^^^B^ HE Memorial Meeting of the friends of 
M t I Elbert Hubbard had been called for three 
^L M o'clock on the afternoon of Sunday, May 

^^^1^^ Twenty-third. At two o'clock I was at The 
Playhouse, charged with the duty of passing upon the 
general arrangement of the stage. 

Even at that time people were standing about in the 
street, awaiting admittance; going back on the stage, 
I found everything in order — the scenic setting was in 
soft tints and showed a paneled interior, a conventional 
drawing-room. The curtain was raised, the doors were 
opened and the audience began to enter quietly. Pre- 
ferring to see and hear the proceedings from the front 
of the house, I declined an offered seat on the stage; 
standing back of the orchestra seats, I watched the 
people come in. Some I knew, others were pointed out 
to me by those who had called the meeting : there were 
actors and authors, advertising men, newspaper people, 
musicians, architects, artists, businessmen and a fair 
proportion of young men. The gathering was about 
equally made up of men and women — these latter 
might be classed as of the professions noted. 
There were no ushers, nor were any needed; the audi- 
ence seemed to be self-contained and automatic, dis- 
posing itself easily among the seats until all vacant places 
were filled, the later comers going readily to the balcony 



IN MEMORIAM 211 

above. There were no printed programs, and only a few 
persons asked for them; the general air seemed to be 
that of an assemblage sure of itself and the object 
which had brought it together. 

Quite apart from the tribute paid by those on the stage 
and by the audience itself, the actual matter of the pro- 
ceedings was a delight and an entertainment : a graceful 
introduction by a man of letters, softly played ensemble 
music by a trio, a dramatic reading from Hubbard's 
Works by an excellent actor, a song from a well-known 
baritone, a discourse by an inventor and businessman, 
verses from a picturesque poet, feminine points of view 
by a leader of New Thought, a piano-solo by a master of 
the art, an appreciation from a fellow-craftsman, and a 
closing address by a journalist of national repute — all 
moved as smoothly as though the parts had been 
studied from a single book and rigorously rehearsed d^ 
The audience was receptive and responsive to a degree 
— to recite, to play, to sing and to speak to it must have 
been a joy to those who offered their gifts in grateful 
memory of the man who had sailed away to the Great 
Beyond &^ s^ 

The wonder of it all to me is that three days before the 
date of the meeting nothing had been decided, that the 
expected announcement had not been sent to the New 
York readers of " The Fra " and " The PhiUstine," 



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that the City papers, almost without exception, had 
declined to give advance notices — the wonder is that so 
good a thing was done in such seemly fashion, with the 
friendly assistance and visible approval of four hundred 
persons — and such a four hundred as they were ! 

^ubbarb inemortal &>tx\}itt 

program 

Elegie A. Renski 

Carl ToUfensen Trio 
Opening address, 

Dr. Orison Swett Marden 

Invocation Elbert Hubbard 

Read by Wilton Lackaye 

'• Crossing the Bar " Dudley Buck 

David Bispham 
At the piano — Mrs. Florence H. Jewell 

Address Hudson Maxim 

Address Elizabeth Towne 

Funeral March Chopin 

Aldo Randegger 

Address J. Clyde Oswald 

Reading of communications 

Closing address Dr. Frank Crane 

New York City JoSCph P, McHugh. 



IN MEMORIAM 213 

XDO not suppose among all the men I have known 
any man was better prepared for death than Fra 
Elbertus. His passing is a real loss to the world. It is 
not merely his humor, his sound sense, his literary 
capacity that is to be considered. He made a real 
advance in dealing with men, with social problems, with 
the great question of employment and the development 
of the best in those around him. 

Elbert Hubbard was a Rajput, a true man of action and 
Kshattriya, and his whole philosophy and practise were 
based on action, or Karma Yoga. 
Toronto, Canada Albert Emest Stafford Smythe. 

X COULD never express in words the gratitude I 
feel toward Elbert Hubbard, but I do feel it; and 
there are countless times when an hour spent with 
" The Book of Business " has given me ideas which 
when worked out brought success when failure was 
imminent £•» &^ 

Brush Electric Co. Jfnhprf A WnneJ 

Galveston, Texas <=»<*=». KOOeri A. YVOOQ, 

Elbert Hubbard's place in the world was so unique and 
his personality so strong that he will be sorely missed 
for many a year by the wonderful host of friends he 
had throughout the entire world. 

Sinclair & Valentine Co. r« Qin/'lnir 

New York City ^' ^inClQir, 



214 



IN MEMORIAM 



gLICE HUBBARD said much in favor of women, 
of their rights, of their privileges, of their place 
in human society. She called our attention often to the 
fact that democracy demands votes for women, that 
without votes for women there is no democracy, which 
is the truth. Men can represent themselves, but they 
can not represent women, because they can not under- 
stand women. Much less can they represent the babies. 
But the women can represent women and children. We 
must have both sides represented, both sides voting, all 
votes counted, before we can get the voice of God 
through the voice of the people. Alice Hubbard called 
our attention to that repeatedly, and Elbert Hubbard, I 
believe, was the inspiration that enabled Alice Hubbard 
to formulate and to help him formulate the expres- 
sion of these things. 
Hoiyoke, Mass. Elizabeth E. Towne. 




The world reserves its big prizes for but one 
thing, and that is Initiative. Initiative is 
doing the right thing without being told. 
Next to doing the thing without being 
told, is to do it when you are told once. 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

VAST and mysterious as his life 
Was his sad death at sea, 
In darkest outrage of the world 

As nations all agree, 
When helpless innocents were blown 
To long eternity. 

The " Lusitania " went down 
Before war's heartless blast — 

The wildest storm since time began 
And may it be the last! — 

Unwarned the Innocents went down, 
Their dream of life is past! 

His only grave the solemn sea, 

Our kind Fra is no more. 
And wild waves sing his requiem 

On every sea and shore, 
And chant the memory we love 

Above oblivion's roar! 

Silver springs, N. Y. Johtl F, Howard, 




LBERT HUBBARD is dead— but his 
wholesome, uplifting spirit is alive 
and beautifully expressed in the 
hearts and hands of his co-workers 
in the Roycroft Shop. 
Two weeks ago I could have written 
only the first four words of the 
above. In fact, as we approached East Aurora, I could 
only think with sadness that my friend, Elbert Hubbard, 
was dead. I did not then realize how thoroughly he had 
imbued his fellow Roycrofters with his splendid Spirit 
of Service. 

No other individual can have his unique personality and 
wonderful command of language in which he could 
express the fine, simple thoughts so forcefully. His 
originality and his wonderful capacity for getting at the 
kernel of eternal truths were most remarkable. For 
instance, what could be finer than his saying, " We are 
punished by our sins, not for them " ? 
His idea of faith was quite different from the wag's 
definition, ** Believing those things which you know 
are not true." 

He realized more than most of us the vastness of the 
universe, and that human knowledge could probably 
never penetrate behind the veil. He studied all religions 
and sought the truth wherever it could be found. In a 
broad sense he was not an iconoclast, but an upbuilder. 
He recognized that Righteousness was not dependable 
upon any certain cosmogony of the universe, nor indeed 



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Upon any fixed creed. Creeds change with the times, 
but Righteousness and basic truth abide. I believe his 
creed was as simple as mine is coming to be : 
Do right because it is right — not for hope of reward. 
€1 Shun evil because it is wrong — not for fear of punish- 
ment &^ &^ 

Rejoice in your work from day to day, and wherever 
possible lend a helping hand. 

Hubbard exemplified the truth of that unequaled phi- 
losophy of life first given by humanity's Supreme Ideal : 
" Whosoever seeks to save his life shall lose it, and 
whosoever seeks to give his life, shall have life more 
abundantly." 

The Man of Sorrows knew, as no other man ever knew, 
that service was the keynote of happiness and content- 
ment. Hubbard had this spirit — he would not *' pass by 
on the other side." The world is better because Elbert 
and Alice Hubbard have lived and worked together for 
the uplifting of humanity. They met death bravely. 
Their influence for good will live in ever-increasing 
waves and help many to do each day's work faithfully 
and cheerfully. 

Hubbard came of fine stock, as I realized when I had 
the great pleasure of meeting his father and mother. 
His father, while feeble, is a grand old man of ninety- 
four. His mother is eighty-six, and as bright and 



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charming in her conversation and nobility of outlook 
on life as any woman of half her years. I treasure 
highly a beautiful book of poems of one of her daughters 
which she had collected with the assistance of "Elbert 
and Alice" just before they sailed on that fatal voyage. 
Philadelphia. Pa. W, Atlce Burpec. 



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LBERT and Alice Hubbard accomplished a great 
deal in the few short years they lived. Their 
writings will be appreciated more as time rolls on. The 
working principles of their new religion will become the 
standard by which every civilized nation will be 
measured 5«» s^ 

The truths so ably taught, the high ideals dealt with in 
the writings of Alice Hubbard, will ever be an inspira- 
tion and guide to the women of every country. 
" A Message to Garcia " and the " Little Journeys" 
of Elbert Hubbard will place his name high among the 
writers on the literary tablets of history. 
The Roy croft ideas, and the institutions operating under 
that name, are now monuments of success to the united 
efforts of these two illustrious persons and in the future 
will become the American Mecca where millions will 
meet to honor and respect the sacred Memory of 
Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 
Detr'ou^Mic'h."' Emest G. McClemonU 



220 IN MEMORIAM 

X REMEMBER Elbert Hubbard with very 
affectionate regard. He took some of the 
cobwebs out of my brain and I learned 
from him some of the wisdom of simple 
living 5^ &^ 

When I first visited East Aurora he gave me a flannel 
^ shirt, a pair of overalls, and a bandanna handkerchief, 
with which I dressed myself, and rode horseback with 
him. The outfit was probably worth in money three 
dollars, but I was satisfied in it. I was a t pe ace in it. I 
was happy, dressed in a three-dollar suit, and I rode 
with Elbert Hubbard by the hour and talk ed philo sophy, 
and of the problems of life, literature, art and of higher 
things £•> s^ 

He was a thinker of a high order — loved to work and 
loved to play — constantly thinking of others and of how 
to teach them the lessons of life. 

I believe that when Elbert Hubbard made a mistake 
he made it honestly and tried honestly to correct it, 
and more than this no man can do. 

I remember, also, his gracious companion, Alice Hub- 
bard, who appreciated him and who was worthy of him. 

Chairman Committee on Banking and t>^u^^4 t r\,.*^** 

Currency, United States Senate KOOeYt L. UWeU, 

The love you liberate in your work is the only 
love you keep. 



IN MEMORIAM 221 

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CHE tragedy of the " Lusitania " had no sadder 
blow or greater loss than in causing the death of 
Elbert and Alice Hubbard. The be auty, of thei r lives 
together was a boon to the public in the work and 
wisdom the world received from their efforts. His 
genius in the expression of original ideas and hers in 
the art which immortalized them were rare contribu- 
tions to literature superbly housed. His " Message to 
Garcia " was a tribute to courage and resourcefulness 
never surpassed. He told the truth as he understood it, 
and with a clarity and confidence that carried conviction. 
The death of Elbert Hubbard in the youth of his use- 
fulness was neare r^a calam ity than a loss. 

Chairman N.Y.C.R.R. Co. nu^.,,*^^^^. n/r n^A^... 

New York City tfiauncey M. Depew, 

I HAVE always had great admiration for Elbert 
Hubbard's literary ability. His style of putting 
things without the use of big words was attractive. He 
has written som e^g ems. I regard his " Little Journeys 
to the Homes of the Great " as masterpieces. 
mn/nal'ake.in^. ,^,^ Wiiliam A. Sunday. 

I have greatly deplored the trag ic de^ th of Elbert and 
Alice Hubbard and offer you my sincere sympathy in 
the great loss you have sustained. 

The Secretary of the Treasury tjt /-i n/r^A^^^ 

Washington, D.C, W, G, McAdOO, 



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^^^[^^^^HE passing of Elbert Hubbard casts a 
M C^\ shadow on more men and women than 
^L J perhaps that of any one man who was 

^^^1^^ removed from the active life of this country 
by that sad catastrophe. 

His death comes to me as a heavy blow, and shock. He 
has been for years a warm, personal and intimate friend. 
His personality was agreeable and his companionship 
delightful «•► &9» 

Elbert Hubbard was ** sui generis." If we accept his 
own definition of Genius, he might well be regarded 
not only as a genius but as one of the marked and higher 
type of those which our century has developed. 
Mr. Hubbard was a man of restless energy and he had 
prodigious ability to focus this power. 
He surely had the hungry mind. His fecundity was equal 
to and perhaps greater than his hunger. 
Three lifetimes would not have satisfied his desire for 
knowledge. It may be described as a thirst — perhaps a 
passion. He was the most prolific writer of his style of 
our century. 

Editor "Medico-Legal Journal " m^^u -D^ii 

New York City <=3oae=> LlaYR iSeU, 

Not since William Morris has there been a printer so 
widely known throughout the world as Elbert Hubbard. 

Editor "American Printer" j ri|,.j^ /-»«,„«» j 

New York City •/• LlyCte USWalCL* 



IN MEMORIAM 223 

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XT seems but a few days ago when Elbert Hubbard 
spent an afternoon with me in my lath-house in 
my garden. We had not met for over fifteen years — in 
fact, not since the gathering at the Minnesota National 
Park excursion into the North Woods. Of course our 
talk was along reminiscent lines and of men, some of 
whom had already passed on. Except for a little iron in 
his hair, he had apparently grown no older. And so in 
my memory he sits in the corner of my lath-house and 
talks of the past, even as he does to me today. 
He promised to bring Mrs. Hubbard to call when they 
visited the Fair this Fall, but we will meet now only 
when I too, and soon, shall cross into the country of 
doubt 5«» &^ 

Point Loma, Cat. CkorleS CustadOTO, 

eLBERT HUBBARD is the greatest literary product 
of this commercial age, the most masterful " ad " 
writer the world ever produced, and has contributed 
more toward understanding and appreciation of industry 
than any thinker who ever penned a line or hummed a 
tune on this planet. He was the most accurate historian 
of human nature, the most capable sculptor of human 
thought, and the most able painter of human action of 
the age in which he lived. 

Fort Worth, Texas J* A, Amold. 



224 IN MEMORIAM 

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^^B^J^ODAY we are to celebrate a transition — not 
M C I to bemoan a passing. We gather not in 
^L J prayerful gloom but in prayerful joy, for that 

^^^1^^ is how Elbert Hubbard would have it," said 
Howard Saxby in opening the simple exercises in 
remembrance of Elbert and Alice Hubbard at First 
Congregational Unitarian Church, yesterday afternoon, 
July Fourth. The church was filled with those who by 
their presence desired to pay a silent tribute to the two 
geniuses of the pen. 

*' These were minds we can not replace," he continued, 
** and whose loss is an ineffaceable blot upon the 
religion, the civilization, the culture, the education, or 
whatever else you choose to call it, of the nations of 
modern times." He read tributes from Elbert Hubbard 
II, George Ade, James Whitcomb Riley and The Roy- 
crofters &9^ &9^ 

John Fleming Pogue read " The Prayer " of Elbert 
Hubbard, in which he expressed his desire to uplift, to 
inspire, to radiate life. " One and all we loved him," 
said Mr. Pogue, " and across the miles, as he was wont 
to declare, we still feel his hands pressing ours in loving 
fondness." Mr. Pogue repeated his original poem, 
'• Au Revoir." 

" Elbert Hubbard was a born newspaper man," said 
William F. Wiley, of " The Enquirer." " He lived in the 



IN MEMORIAM 225 

sun, and to carry light into every darkened corner he 
grasped that blazing torch of enlightenment, the news- 
paper. None better than he knew the power of the piti- 
less light of publicity to uncover festering corruption in 
private or public life ; none better than he made use of 
its potentiality to heal and uplift. 

*' Through his own publications, unique and saturated 
with his own personality, Mr. Hubbard had talked to an 
understanding and appreciative audience week after 
week and year after year, until the vigilant and versa- 
tile newspaper-publisher opened to him the forum of the 
American daily press. He was not a common scold, and 

^._ nil • I ii<ri|_J»in»B 

it would be most unfair to picture him as such. Talking 
with multiplied tongue to myriad ears, he became what 
every truly great newspaper man should be, a teacher 
and preacher. 

•' Jonathan Edwards, Spurgeon, Beecher, Talmage — 
all of the great preachers of modern or historic times 
— never preached more eloquently or effectively to con- 
gregations of the magnitude that sat at the feet of the 
Gamaliel of Aurora. His was a gentle, kindly religion, 
filled with the milk of human kindness, and his disciples 
sipped only of the sweet waters of Hebron. 
" Elbert Hubbard enjoyed unusual fame during his 
eventful life. It did not take the might of death to give 
him place among the immortals. And yet, as his body 



226 IN MEMORIAM 

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washes along the chalky cliffs and shores of an alien 
coast, possibly in death's embrace with his beloved con- 
sort, who shall say that Elbert Hubbard is not greater 
in death than in life? " 

•' The Intellectual Freedom of Elbert Hubbard " was 
the theme of D wight S. Marfield. " Elbert Hubbard 
early in life," said he, " joined those independent 
thinkers who, in asserting their right to freedom of 
mind and thought, confer a benefit on every member of 
the race. This is the real value of Elbert Hubbard. He 
had intellectual liberty, reveled in it, lived it, was eager 
to share it with others. No one owned him. He was a 
free man through and through. 

" It is no easy thing to claim intellectual liberty in this 
world. The inertia of satisfied minds is all against it — 
the self-interest of countless members of priesthoods 
of conventionality and superstition is against it — the 
lassitude of minds weighed down at the thought of 
having to adopt new ideas is against it; the insolent 
pride of hereditary social caste is against it — everything 
at times seems against intellectual liberty except — yes, 
except the Eternal Being. 

" Let us thank Elbert Hubbard for his service to 
humanity in reasserting in his own way the declaration 
of intellectual independence. His voice will not soon be 
forgotten." 



IN MEMORIAM 227 

Mr. Saxby pronounced the benediction as, he said, 
Elbert Hubbard would have done it himself. 
'* In Paradisium " was the opening musical number, 
with Lillian Tyler Plogstedt at the organ and Mrs. 
Louise P. Brannin accompanying with the violin. Miss 
Florence Hinkle sang tenderly and with all her great 
artistic skill the Robert Louis Stevenson requiem, the 
words of which adorn the shaft that marks the final 
resting-place of this versatile genius. " I Hear You 
Calling Me " was beautifully sung by Master Francis 
Todd &^ s«» 

H. S. Barnett sang "White Hyacinths," a barytone solo, 
which was written for the occasion by Howard Saxby 
Jr., and set to music by Lillian Tyler Plogstedt, who 
presided at the organ. Before reading the composition 
Mr. Saxby recalled Elbert Hubbard's words: "If I had 
but two loaves of bread I would sell one of them 
and buy white hyacinths to feed my soul." Mr. Saxby 
also read later a great favorite of Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard — Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar." The sing- 
ing of "America" brought the exercises to a close. 
CL Mrs. Plogstedt played an impromptu recessional, 
" White Hyacinths," on the organ. 
Harry M. Levy was Chairman of the Musical Com- 
mittee, and Joseph Garretson Chairman of the Com- 
mittee on Speakers. — Cincinnati "Enquirer/* 



228 IN MEMORIAM 



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'Y first acquaintance with the writings of Fra 
Elbertus began with the pubUcation of the 
" Message to Garcia," and since that time 
his splendid productions have been a con- 
stant source of education and inspiration. I don't think 
I 'd ever formed any real conception of the advantages 
of learning or the dignity of labor until the Fra made it 
all clear to me, and by his wonderful manipulation of 
ideas and words instilled the necessary moral and 
intellectual uplift to insure my course along the upward 
way. And I have since read hundreds of his splendid 
preachments, and like countless others among his host 
of ardent followers, have been taught many valuable 
lessons and have imbibed such rare mental stimulus 
as only a great philosopher and teacher can impart s«» 
In youth and early manhood my life was a barren intel- 
lectual waste, which was in a measure reclaimed by the 
advent of Hubbard. Such educational advantages as I 
have been able to receive were inspired by his masterly 
preachments. And while now the great Hubbard is 
gone, it is gratifying to know that the wisdom he has 
given shall not perish — that his thoughts glow with the 
immortal spark of life and will continue to speak unto us 
from the printed page and through the medium of his 
great organization of loyal and zealous Roycrofters. 
Little Rock, Ark. Sidney W. Mase, 



IN MEMO RI AM 229 

nUBBARD was a brilliant genius, distinctly 
individual, seeing with his own eyes and 
telling what he saw in his own inimitable 
way. He resembled no other American so 
much as Ben Franklin, only they belonged to different 
times. He was not only a thinker and a writer, but he 
made a record as a doer. He sought to ennoble work in 
the popular mind. He continually sounded the praises 
of service, and lived his own philosophy. Although he 
declared that Emerson had said all the good things 
that would be said for a hundred years, his own unfor- 
getable epigrams outnumber Emerson's. 
The world has lost one of its most picturesque and 
forceful personalities. Such a man is himself an era. 
His passing ends an epoch. When he dies a new age is 
fully born &^ &^ 

Portland. Ore. LoTQ C. Little. 

^^^/HE benefits of the good work of Elbert Hubbard 
^Syi will long remain; entirely apart from his literary 
fame, he will ever be remembered in East Aurora for 
his philanthropy and public spirit. No matter what he 
may have said in the play of his wit, his heart was with 
us. Personally we differed now and then on many 
subjects, but I know we were friends. 

East Aurora. N. Y. HeJlTy H. PeTSOJlS, 



230 IN MEMORIAM 

ECCE MAGISTER! 
^L ■ ^Th.ER'E only the filtered sun-fires veer 
^r ■ ^^ Through the dome of the rolling deep, 
\ m m With the beauty of Ocean to brood his bier, 
^^L^^ They say that he takes his sleep. 
With a spar for pillow, and flame of flowers 
Fair candles to be about him, 
'T is said he has vanished this world of ours — 
That the world must do without him. 

"Ashes to ashes" .... the ritual old 

Forever, they say, must rule us, 

And " dust to dust " with its phrases cold 

To death's dread mandate school us. 

And many there be who would welcome, too, 

His passionless sleep at sea. 

Swung to the song of the swinging blue 

And timed with Eternity. 

For ever are ciphers and duplicates 

From the man- mold freely flung. 

Each rounded with limits and doors and gates 

On the hinges of habitude hung. 

Not theirs is that chivalric Oversoul 

So one with its guiding God 

That it fears no finite end or goal, 

No sepulch'ring sea or sod. 



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And yet do we drink to a soul thus bred 
The lees of a coward's creed, 
And picture him dead on his sea-made bed 
Miles down in the drenched seaweed. 
We offer the ciphers and naughts of time, 
Dark portals and tomb-ward doors. 
Memorial wreaths and a somber rhyme 
To greet him on yonder shores! 

Forgetful that living is greater than life. 

That loving surpasseth love, 

Why harry with little men's stir and strife 

A greatness we know not of? 

First to bid music and wine, and a toast. 
To jest and be genial of heart, 
To minister mirth and be heartiest host, 
Were he of our gatherings a part — 

Our Fra, of the poised, imperial mind, 

And patient, patrician soul. 

Would bid us leave cypress and sables behind, 

And quaff from a cheerfuUer bowl. 

Of the Sea he would speak as a king of his crown. 

Or of Death as a fortunate sleep. 

This man who descended untimelily down 

To mingle himself with the deep! 



232 IN MEMORIAM 

So, like battle -music that cheers from its tents 

Some hero who wins through the fire 

Of the foe, let our paeans proud -hearted go hence 

To the height of high heaven, aye higher. 

For more than all might of all monarchs of yore 

Our Fra valued valor of heart. 

And fain must his spirit have been to pass o'er 

At the full of its ardor and art. 

His monument, then, be the men he has made. 

Its candles the lives he has lighted; 

No tablets of bronze in the granite be laid, 

Nor drear elegiacs recited 

Far better, each annual autumn, to bring 
Fair fruit of the Master's own sowing — [fling 

Staunch hearts and strong hands and full serving — and 
Their fragrance to every wind blowing, 

That he who has smiled at the Brutus of death, 

And Caesar-like folded about him 

His toga serenely, may savor its breath 

And know that we live not without him: 

That each seed candescent which falls from his page 

Still burgeons and blooms ever-living 

To symbol a nation's supreme heritage — 

The gospel of getting through giving. 

Manager Detroit (Mich.) Office T idor T? AUnnnH 

The Service Corporation LlStet K. AlWOOQ, 



IN MEMORIAM 233 

I NEVER exchanged any word with Elbert Hub- 
bard, but I heard him speak and have read pretty 
nearly everything he wrote, so that his death fills me 
with a present sense of personal loss. Today I am a 
better man and a little nearer heaven, for having 
absorbed the thoughts he expressed and because he 
lived. I have been a loyal "Philistine" uninterruptedly 
since Eighteen Hundred Ninety-six, I think the year 
following its inception, and my interest in the " good 
stuff " was shared for many years by a loving com- 
panion since taken from me. 
London. Eng, G. W. Spungmuhl. 

/^LBERT HUBBARD was of his time — virile, 
V^ direct, broad, .sympathetic, generous. He did 
great good and I shall always count myself his debtor 
for the wisdom and sense of his philosophy. He was a 
Twentieth -Century Franklin in his application of good 
sense to modern life. 
washSot S.^c'"'""' Hon. Franklin K. Lane. 

We believe that in all the world there was not another 
man who possessed a greater all-around mentality 
than Elbert Hubbard, nor a woman keener and more 
logical than Alice Hubbard. 

Anderson. Texas W. T. Neblett. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



gS Officers and Directors of the East Aurora 
Club, we are called together that we may 
pay our tribute of respect to the memory 
of Elbert and Alice Hubbard, both friends 
and benefactors of our village. €1, Their untimely death 
robbed the world of two great souls. East Aurora has 
suffered a loss that is immeasurable. 
Their institution, The Roycroft, here in our midst is a 
fine monument, a noble example of their work. Elbert 
Hubbard, the founder, was always fair and just with his 
helpers. He was loyal to East Aurora. He could always 
be depended upon for generous support in any improve- 
ment. The loss of such a man among men is irreparable. 
d We honor his memory and rejoice in the fact that we 
have known him as a friend, and have seen the physical 
manifestation of his great mind in the growth and 
maintenance of his wonderful institution. 

Arthur E, Hammond, Pres. 

E, Harlan Williams, Vice-Pres. 

Arthur B. Avery, Sec.-Treas, 




Art is the expression of man's joy in 
his work. You must let the man work 
with hand and brain, and then out of 
the joy of this marriage beauty will 
be born. And this beauty mirrors the 
best in the soul of man — it shows the 
spirit of God that runs through him. 



THE PASTOR OF PHILISTIA 

nE preaches, and prays, and practises. 
He— of " The Philistine "; 
He wears no robes or phylacteries, 
He— of " The Philistine." 
His " Church " is as wide as the great old earth; 
He preaches the doctrine of toil and mirth; 
He prays in deeds of mighty worth, 

He — of " The Philistine." 

He is " doctor," " farmer," " philosopher," " friend," 
Chief of the Philistines ; 

But he studies, and digs, and thinks to one end — 
This Chief of the Philistines; 

To help the great soul imprisoned in clay. 

Whatever its place in the world today. 

To realize itself through work and play ; 

This Chief of the Philistines. 

He believes in the majesty of toil, 

This Prince of the Philistines ; 
In the good that works through the world's turmoil, 

This Prince of the Philistines ; 
Through the love in his heart he reaches each mind; 
And the good in the worst of us he '11 find, 
By his gentle art of " just being kind," 

This Prince of the Philistines. 

pTitadfiphia. Pa. FloTencc A, B. Swain. 




LBERT HUBBARD is dead, and I 
y^ know that he went to his ocean grave 

fearlessly, for although he loved 
^ life, he had no fear of death : this 

note runs through all his writings. 

CL He has taken his last " little 

journey " — a journey undertaken 
to report on the War for the Hearst newspapers. No 
longer will he use his brilliant pen to inspire and 
instruct. A great genius has gone, and advertising men 
have lost a good friend : he was a strong man physically 
and mentally, and his followers can ill aflFord his passing. 
C^ No man of any age understood so well the power of 
publicity, and none could compare with him in the 
writing of advertisements. He dignified his profession 
— he was never ashamed of anything he did. 
The first signed advertisement was Elbert Hubbard's, 
and no advertisements have paid advertisers better 
than the hundreds which have appeared under his 
name. His articles on business and his booklets de- 
scribing business have been read by practically every 
American and by thousands in other lands. Most 
American firms of reputation have utilized his facile pen 
on their behalf ; he was not only the greatest advertising 
writer of his time, but also the most highly paid. His 
" Message to Garcia " has been printed in nearly every 
language, and has been the making of many a man; 
whilst his " Little Journeys " constitute the most 
delightful of reading. 



238 IN MEMORIAM 

He was one of the greatest exponents of William 
Morris, and his printshop and bindery at East Aurora 
are famous among those who rejoice in good printing. 
He was the first American journalist to write boldly 
against Germany, and his booklet, " Lifting the Lid Off 
of Hell," has had a great circulation. 
A lover of his fellow men and women, he was an 
influence for good. No writer was better known in 
America — none had a greater following. Although he 
was called " eccentric," he was simply natural. 
Elbert Hubbard was always himself. 
He wrote as he thought, and he wrote well. I owe much 
to him. He influenced my career more than any other 
man I have ever known, and yet I never spoke to him. 
He taught me to love my work. He told me from the 
platform and in his books that work was the panacea for 
human ills, and I believed him, and am glad I did. He 
was an open-air man — a man of the fields and hills — he 
loved human people and detested the fop and the 
waster &^ &^ 

A great orator — I have watched him hold an audience 
spellbound for hours without music, effect or introduc- 
tion ; he was just a simple, unassuming man with no 
stage " presence," as it is generally understood, talking 
calmly about such an every-day topic as " work," and 
yet I was one of over a thousand people who left the 



IN MEMORIAM 239 

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building perfectly satisfied, and as I came out I almost 
thanked God that I had the courage to spend eight 
shillings for a seat to hear this man talk. Why? s^ 
Because here was a MAN, simple and sincere — a man 
with a message and the ability to deliver it, who always 
practised what he preached. 

I feel that I have lost a friend — and friends are rare. 
Elbert Hubbard was a kind man — a good man — a 
*' human" man. He had no patience with the cant and 
hypocrisy of the social whirl. He was a rugged, simple 
soul ; his big heart, generous mind and open hand 
were inspiration to the youth of his homeland. CL I was 
in America when he was striving against big odds. I was 
one of the first subscribers to his books, and I shall 
cherish all I have 5^ I feel I am one of Hubbard's 
"boys" : he was like a father to my thoughts. If I 
ever do a good job, Hubbard — not I — deserves most 
of the credit. We shall never see, in our time, his 
like again d«» 5^ 
London, Eng. Charles Frederick Higham. 

America has lost one of its greatest Business Philoso- 
phers, and not only America, but the Allies. We are just 
beginning to appreciate Elbert Hubbard's writings 
concerning the present National crisis. 

Australian General Electric Co. a p r^„^~^ii 

Melbourne, Australia ^' '^' ^arrOU, 



240 IN MEMORIAM 

jr FNY personage who has the gift to cause humanity 

J I to think and act, will be despised by some and 

revered by others. 

We recall four such celebrities ; namely, Elbert Hubbard, 

Jesus Christ, Confucius and the Devil. 

Personally I admire Elbert Hubbard the most, as he 

was a combination of the other three. 

His sermons, both oral and written, have changed for 

the better thousands who walked in darkness; and 

these pilgrims, Rke the " mouse-trap man in the 

woods," have made a beaten path to his door; and 

among these pathfinders none is more zealous than his 

old, old friend &^ &^ 

East Aurora, N. Y. TOTTl Miliar. 

I FEEL a personal loss not only for myself but for 
every one who knew him, and who will miss the 
bright, uplifting and helpful articles that have done so 
much in the past to make people look on the bright side 
of life, and to employ the healthful means of right living. 
The heritage that they have left is one uncommon to the 
lot of men, and I have, ever since their taking away, 
been reading over many of these writings, and they 
have made a deep impression on my mind, even deeper 
than when I read them first. 

Denver, Col. J- P' EdmOTlds. 



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COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY G.G.BAIN 



BOARDING THE " LUSITANIA " 
THE LAST PICTURE TAKEN OF ELBERT HUBBARD 



IN MEMORIAM 241 



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Y old friend, William T. Stead, used to say; 

" There are only about half a dozen men 

in any country worth knowing. These give 

the key to the others. The rest are either 

ciphers or duplicates." 

Although Mr. Stead never gave me a list of the 
half-dozen Americans, Elbert Hubbard was surely 
one of them. A man of brains and a man of personality, 
forethought, fearless, effective, he stood in a class by 
himself, a class possible only in those free countries we 
call Anglo-Saxon. 

He could not live among a people that " loves as one " 
and hates as one. He is at home only when each man 
trusts his own heart and brain and acknowledges 
responsibility only to himself and his Maker. And his 
Maker is no tribal god, " lord of a far-flung battle-line," 
but the creator of personality, of individualism, of the 
capacity to be human, and yet no slavish copy of any 
other human who ever drew breath. 
Elbert Hubbard, who hated war, and who did his best 
to make its achievements seem preposterous and its 
heroics absurd, fell at last as a war-victim. And withal 
a victim to that phase of war which is least in its risks 
and most contemptible in its achievements — the war 
against men and women who can not strike back &•» 
We are grateful to Elbert Hubbard for giving us the 



242 IN MEMORIAM 

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American view of so many questions, the view which 
is the resultant of brains and personality. 
We shall never forget the lesson of the message that 
was carried to Garcia. 

We shall never be unmindful of his lesson of the crass 
preposterousness of international war. 
We shall never forget that this war, in its most cruel, 
brutal and inhuman manifestation, has added his name 
V to the long roll of martyrs in the cause of humanity. 

LeZ'dftanford University, Cat. David StaXT Jordan, 

eLBERT HUBBARD will be mourned by many, 
but by none, we think, more sincerely and with 
more affectionate remembrance than by his former 
helpers, who knew him in the Land of Immortality. It 
was only yesterday, perhaps, but now it is ages ago ^o* 
Let us play that funeral march of Beethoven's, that was 
such a favorite with him, remembering, always and for- 
ever, that Elbert Hubbard was a big-hearted, generous- 
natured, kindly-impulsed Man. 

Chicago. III. <:«oc=> "' ^' ^* ^'''^^'^' 

Elbert Hubbard's genius was unique and powerful: a 
combination of the gentle, flowing eloquence of 

, Emerson, and the keen, incisive utterances of Carljrle. 

Champaign, lit. Geo. E. Pitigree. 




IN MEMORIAM 243 

LWAYS Elbert and Alice Hubbard have 

appealed to me like the hunter for truth in 

Olive Schreiner's great allegory — never so 

much so as in their passage through the 

door we know as death. 

When they went under the waters and because they 
went under the waters, a like vision to the hunter's must 
have come to them. 

I have never known two people who could so catch 
another's meaning, coalesce it with their own, and hand 
the idea back intact for the creator. This I call the 
interpretative spirit supported by the universal sympa- 
thy. These qualities are possessed by few ; they mark 
the world-masters. 

The Great Apostle of the present moment and work ! &9» 
The best understander of the power of loyalty that the 
world has seen. 

The creator of the idea of loyalty as it pervades modern 
business 5^ &^ 

These and a thousand other workable assets in modern 
business a coming time will recognize as the creation 
of and gift from the Genius we called Elbert Hubbard. 
€[ It is not too much to expect that he may come to be 
known as " The Great Modern." 

To the world at large Alice Hubbard was best known as 
" the gracious helpmeet of Elbert Hubbard." This she 



244 IN MEMORIAM 

was, and in such manner that it is little wonder that the 

world likes to think of her thus. But — we women for 

our own sakes must not only think of her thus, but as 

something other as well. 

Alice Hubbard was the best friend of woman that woman 

ever had &^ &^ 

She understood, as no other person I have seen, that 

it is " the standing together of women " that must 

count before everything else. 

She was among the very first to think of woman as a 

human being. No one has held to that point so steadily 

as did Alice Hubbard. Into the web of life she saw 

women entering as human beings for a strong warp in a 

perfect web, or as females only — dropped threads in a 

worthless warp of a wasted web. 

A strong-souled, clear-seeing leader of women went 

out of the daily task when Alice Hubbard passed under 

the waves. 

Tibbee, Miss. LucUle WetheTclL 

Elbert Hubbard stood for sterling honesty and was a 
fine example. He was no mere theorist. He told the 
people how to get the best out of life, and what is more, 
he showed them how. He believed in his work and in 
his message, and he strove to make men think. 

London, Eng. JoTt D. ROTYier, 



IN MEMORIAM 245 







LBERT HUBBARD was a distinctive Ameri- 
can product. Few men have impressed their 
personality as he has done upon the genjeral 
public &9^ &^ 

He represented what Americans most admire: the 
force of personality unaided by organization. He 
belonged to no sect, cult, movement or institution. There 
was no push of dead men's hands nor dead men's 
money behind him. What he did was by his unendowed, 
naked soul. 

He was the modern heretic, and heretics are what live 
nations need. Men are constantly endowing institutions 
to perpetuate orthodoxy ; but it is the heretic that is 
eternally in demand. Although a heretic he was human. 
The trouble with most heretics is that they become as 
inhuman as the institutions they oppose. 
He wrote on a level with the great public. His style was 
a marvel of simplicity and brightness. 
His ideal was success. His " Message to Garcia " is 
probably the best extant broclyjre on effi cien cy. 
Few of us agreed with him. That is why he did us all 
good. He made us think. 

He did a deal of good by the courage and cheer of his 
writings. He was an energetic opti mist . Thousands 
loved him and were helped by him. 
New York City DoctoY Frank Cranc, 



246 IN MEMORIAM 

^^«^HE PHILISTINE came nearer to being Hubbard 
^^ himself than any other of his publications or 
endeavors. It was his first literary love, and to it he gave 
the best of his production, the sharpest of his wit, the 
keenest of his satire. 

What the "Spectator" was to Addison, the "Federalist" 
to Hamilton, the " Yellow Book " to Beardsley, the 
" Iconoclast " to Brann, " The Philistine " was to 
Hubbard. He said it was a first-class publication sent 
at second-class rates. He used it as Zeno used his scrolls 
to promote a philosophy which, if it was shared by any- 
body else, he so garbed it in queer words and twisted 
phrases as to make it seem all his own. It was his child 
and he loved it, and somewhere his soul will welcome 
the news that with his going it, too, disappears. 

Baltimore, Md. " The NeWS/* 

HOR the vast ocean to be the coverlet of one whose 
work was so large and whose thought ranged so 
far and free is fitting — universal. He belonged to us all. 
The hand of Fate suddenly has swept those twain from 
the checkerboard of life; but it is not the end. They 
have returned. Somewhere. He had lived bravely and 
to much good purpose. Achievement was with him even 
unto death &^ &m^ 

Dorchester, Mass. GcOTge A. Steele. 



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ONE of Elbert Hubbard's convictions was 
" that man creates his God in his own 
image," and this conviction was founded 
on a fact in Nature. Tell me your idea of 
God and I will write your biography. 
Elbert Hubbard, taking his own medicine, created a 
God of Justice, and he found that God within himself, 
just where you and I will find him (?) if and when we 
know ourselves, as Elbert Hubbard knew himself «•► 
As time rolls on, we will find that what he said and did 
were but effects the cause of which not only contains 
the secret of his genius, but is his real and enduring 
legacy to humanity. 

The cause was a thought, and it is as true as it was when 
first uttered in India and Syria, that " as a man think- 
eth in his heart, so is he." 

This thought was elemental, and therefore universal, 
and he reaped precisely as he sowed. From the seed of 
Justice, a balanced life, there came the fruits of Justice, 
health (physical and spiritual), love, joy, harmony, 
rhythm, proportion, poise — and last, but not least, 
Understanding. Knowing himself, he knew all man- 
kind; knowing one woman, he knew all women; having 
been a child, he knew all children — and behold, a 
citizen of the world who knew no more about man-made 
boundary-lines than a migratory bird. 



248 IN MEMORIAM 

It was the immortal Spirit of Justice that flowed from 
Elbert Hubbard like an inexhaustible fountain that will 
make him immortal not only here but " there." 
He solved the mystery of " two in one," first by balanc- 
ing his own dual natures; next, finding his mate, through 
physical and spiritual unity, he carried the principle to 
its next higher stage, and then he was one of the few 
who could say, and say with understanding of its 
sublimity of spiritual vision, " I and my Father are one 
in Spirit." 

The measure of a man is not. Is he labeled this or 
that, but is. Is he just, and by this measure Elbert 
Hubbard, plus Alice Hubbard, was a Whole Man or a 
Whole Woman, as you please, and having found peace 
within, they pointed the way of peace to all mankind. 
New York City Chorles Lummus Robinson. 

The ideas and ideals that Elbert Hubbard stood for, his 
advocacy of happiness, health, honest work and love, 
laughter and life, have done more for me and many of 
my friends than is possible for me to express. 

Toronto, Canada L. BrOWnhUl. 

I have long regarded Elbert Hubbard as a teacher, 
guide and friend — an asset to all humanity. 

Horticulturist jj „ rr^j^'^i. 

Geneva, N. Y. U. Jr. HedriCk. 



IN MEMORIAM 249 

OEAR ALICE AND ELBERT: We have been 
waiting, my wife and I, buoyed up by a 
hope, born of love, that it is all a frightful 
dream! Our hope is now gone; our love un- 
dying, undiminished! We must speak or write, but to 
whom we know not, except to you. 

Your ears, attuned to eternal harmonies and ever open 
to cries of the suffering, the misled, the oppressed, the 
lowly and helpless, are now deaf ! 

Your eyes, always open to beauty, to truth and justice ; 
eager to seek out avenues of helpfulness and cheer, 
are now unseeing I 

Your hearts pulsing with human love, and, we often 
thought, greater than divine pity, have ceased to beat ! 
Your hands, quick and strong to grasp us, wavering and 
weak, and lift us from the ways of fear and doubt, are 
powerless 1 

Your feet, nimble and willing to beat down the brambles, 
to surmount the obstacles and to blaze the way in the 
sorry path of life, to crush the reptile horde of tyranny, 
brutality, cruelty, bigotry, ignorance, and lead us along 
the hard stretches of gentleness and love and pity and 
justice and helpfulness ; 

God help us, they halt I They tell us you are Dead ! 
But no ! 
Deeds born of devoted, unsleeping eyes, ever-receptive 



250 IN MEMORIAM 

cars, hopeful, pitying, all-embracing hearts, helpful 
hands, sturdy, willing feet, can never die ! 

" Till human time 
Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky 
Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb 
Unread forever." 

Consecrated to beauty, hope, joy, love, usefulness, you 
two have gone ; but you have left a small army inspired 
by your example and ideals ; less brave, no doubt, than 
you, less resourceful and rather inarticulate, but oh! 
so anxious to do our little to keep aglow the sacred 
flame to which you gave your lives. 
Heirs of the good and great of all time, standard- 
bearers of Truth and Liberty as you are, we will follow 
you and, as we may, bless you by blessing others &^ 
While thinking beings dwell on earth, you can not be 
forgotten, and a grateful, loving memory is a blessed 
Immortality ! That we may do nothing to dim or shorten 
it, that we may do each our utmost to brighten and 
lengthen it, is our only prayer. 
Good-by, dear noble friends, good-by ! 
chaumont. N. Y. The AmidoTis. 

One of the great evidences of self-control is the 
power to forget. 




IN MEMORIAM 251 

ND so has passed to the other shores, the 
philosopher, the educator, and the enter- 
tainer, Elbert Hubbard — the Philistine who 
inspired, educated and entertained, not 
alone the present, but the generations that have gone 
before — who, in his "Little Journeys," introduced and 
made us acquainted with the Master Minds that have 
left their impress upon the world, and in " The Fra," 
" Ali Baba " and " A Message to Garcia " held the 
mirror up to Nature, reflecting as by object-lessons 
how near akin are humor and philosophy, illustrating 
that step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but always 
with a moral that made amends for any seeming levity, 
and left a legacy to that advance thought that has rele- 
gated to the scrap -pile many of the decayed and dis- 
carded doctrines and theories of the past. 
Waco, Texas Alfred AbecL 



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'LBERT HUBBARD was one of the best-loved men 
in America, and was loved not only because of his 
kindliness of heart, but because of his splendid courage 
and great spirit. He was not afraid. He seemed to know 
no fear. It takes a truly great man nowadays to hew to 
the line of what he believes to be right without fear or 
favor 5«^ 5«. 

President Riverside Publishing Co. rj 17 C/m/»v 

Chicago. III. ■"• '^' ^^ver. 



252 IN MEMORIAM 

XWAS personally acquainted with Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard, in a social and business way, and twQ 
more beaut iful souls never lived. 

Elbert Hubbard had more to do with the building up of 
East Aurora than most people know. I have been a 
merchant in East Aurora for the past twenty-four years 
and can testify that the Roycroft Institution has put 
many a dollar into every one'^ pocket doing business 
here £«» &^ 

On account of the great work of Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard, our Post- Office has been made a first-class 
Office, thereby giving the residents of our little village 
free delivery service. East Aurora and its people owe 
much to the memory of Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 

Ea'st"AmoJa, N. Y. A. E. Hammond. 

IT was my fortune to have known Elbert Hubbard 
for nearly thirty years. I have been with him 
months together. Have seen him daily, years on end, 
as nearest neighbor, friend and companion. 
I have known him always as true to his ideals — as 
sincere, purposeful and sagacious — a man of many 
parts, and wise beyond his time. Always responsive, 
always hopeful, his life to me was a blessing — his 
memory a benediction. 

East Aurora, N. Y. ArthUY L, MUchell, M. D. 



IN MEMORIAM 253 

^^■w^^HEN at the last Great Day the silver- toned 
^ ■ ^^ Trump of Judgment shall announce to the 
V I V people the proclamation that Our God hath 
^^L^ sealed the books of men's deeds for all 
Eternity — and Time on this sphere shall be no more 
forever, and the precious gems of Old Ocean be 
gathered up from the unfathomable depths to adorn 
and beautify the Heavenly Throne — methinks I see a 
trinity of rare gems merging from the waters respond- 
ing to the trumpet's call — namely, Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard and Father Maturin — all in full robings of 
glory! They will bear the imprint upon their forehead 
indicative of their well -wrought parts whilst here in 
this topsy-turvy world. 

Compared with the diabolical tragedy of the '* Lusitania" 
sinking at the hands of the Kaiser and his ilk, how the 
life-work of this martyred three shines out like stars at 
nightfall! God rest their gentle souls! 

Descendant of Gerald Griffin 

Irish Poet and Novelist n^^^^^ r d n/r^^u 

Montrose. Pa. ' , _^..^ GeOTQe J. R. Mack. 

While I never had the privilege of meeting Elbert Hub- 
bard personally, and never heard him lecture but a single 
time, he was my friend and counselor from boyhood, 
and his writings were to me ever an inspiration and 
a help d» &^ 
Clarksburg, w. Va. Mourice L. Loudiu. 



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IN MEMORIAM 







IGHTEEN years ago I was in Mandalay, 
British Burma, where I picked up the first 
copy of "The Philistine" I had seen. I read 
it through and said to myself, " The man who 
wrote that is all right." I have read everything that 
Elbert Hubbard has written since, with pleasure and 
profit 5^ 5«» 

Elbert Hubbard wrote to thinking people, expressing 
their own thoughts, as far as they had gone, finishing 
them in a way that made people sit up. 
Indeed, he dared to do and gloried in the doing, because 
his every undertaking was just. That word " Just " he 
exemplified. 

I never met Alice Hubbard except in spirit through her 
writings. I have a letter from her before me which is 
indicative of the nobility and purity of her soul now 
soaring with its mate above. 
Athoi, Mass. BramleyKite, 




I will not pray that each day be a perfect 
day, but I will pray to lapse not into in- 
difference 5^ I will not pray that each 
time I shall build both strong and true ; 
but imperfect, I will pray for impulse 
that I may build anew &^ &^ s^ 



ELBERT HUBBARD 

C;^HOU passed from out our world so suddenly, 
/ And from the hearts that loved thee long and 
well — 
Hearts burdened deep with anguish when the knell 
Of thy life's ending sounded o'er the sea; 
And now that thy great soul from earth is free, 
Can we say: God knows best — striving to quell 
The grief that rises in us, and the swell 
Of sobs that burst in tears that flow for thee? 
Ah, no! dear friend, for friendship's tendrils creep 
And cling too close to ever let thee go — 

There is no comfort n the " God knows best! " 
But was there solace drifting to Death's sleep 
To feel thou wert companioned, and to know 
The one thou loved so deeply shared thy rest? 

Greensboro, N. C. CoYQI ThomaS, 




EXTRACTS FROM THE ADDRESS OF HON. 

JOHN J. LENTZ, NATIONAL PRESIDENT 

AMERICAN INSURANCE UNION 

Delivered at East Aurora, New York, on Sunday, July Fourth, Nine- 
teen Hundred Fifteen, In Memoriam of Elbert and Alice Hubbard 

N my library wall hang two portraits 
in one frame, and coupling them are 
the words, " The love you liberate j 
in your work is the love you keep." ' 
On one side of that beautiful thought 
is the picture of Alice Hubbard, and 
on the other side the picture of 
Elbert Hubbard. That was the key to their success. 
That is the essence of their heroic career in the world, 
intellectual and spiritual. " The love you liberate in 
your work is the love you keep." It is the paradox of the 
world. The more you take out of your own affection and 
give to others, the more you have left. There is no such 
thing as pumping the heart dry. You may pump any 
well dry ; but out of the well of your affection, the more 
you give to others the more you have left. It is the 
paradox, it is the miracle, it is the Divine itself. 
Some old Roman said of some other great Roman, 
"He was a better friend to everybody than anybody is 
to anybody." And so I feel that the Hubbards were 
better friends to everybody than anybody is to anybody. 
Whatever may have been done by Henry Ward Beecher 
and his sister, greater than Henry, Harriet Beecher 
Stowe; whatever may have been done by Thomas 



258 IN MEMORIAM 

Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln; whatever may have 
been done by Benjamin Lundy, William Lloyd Garrison 
and Wendell Phillips in behalf of the liberation of the 
black slaves of the South, much more has been done 
by Elbert and Alice Hubbard in liberating the human 
mind &9^ &^ 

The others liberated four million black^slaves. The 

Hubbards began and finished their work which has 

/liberated, and continues to liberate, hundreds_of^jtnil- 

' lions of minds from the fetishes, superstitions and 

i big^tyy of the ages. 

Their work and their names were in the hall of fame 
long before they joined the choir invisible. Whatever 
we may think of the Brownings, Robert Browning and 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning ; whatever we may think of 
Damon and Pythias, it is all summed up and surpassed 
in the immortal career of Elbert and Alice Hubbard s^ 
The beauty of it is that they are here with us today and 
that they know how you and I feel about it. They had a 
right to the commendation of the world. Wherever you 
meet an intellectual man or woman of re al cultu re, 
they know Elbert and Alice Hubbard, and they love the 
names of our true and loyal friends for what they did 
for them 5^ &^ 

They struggled, they worked, and forth flowed the pure 
waters of sincerity, of kindly estimate and judgment of 



IN MEMORIAM 259 

the acts and deeds of all. Instead of living with their 
faces turned towards the past, they live with their 
hands in yours and mine today. They have contributed 
something to the world that no other pair ever did con- 
tribute. It was not possible in any of the centuries and 
generations of European civilization or Asiatic civiliza- 
tion to accomplish what these two friends of ours 
accomplished s^ o©» 

The best of it all is not the work they did individually, 
but the work they did indirectly through you and 
through the hundreds of thousands that they reached 
from day to day in their respective callings. Carrying 
messages not only to Garcia, but to every human being 
who had a mind open and ready to receive a message 
and carry it to living men, commercial advertisers, 
lawyers, some preachers, some doctors, carried the 
messages from the Hubbards and planted these seeds 
of thought, not upon stony ground, but in soil that was 
ready. And the courage of the Hubbards was the 
courage that the world needed, and they inoculated the 
world with the boldness to think for themselves and 
act for themselves and to be themselves. 
The Hubbards said that the definition of some one was 
that every great man was approachable. Then the 
Hubbards were great. The Hubbards were approachable 
to the humblest and the highest. As we walk and talk 



260 IN MEMORIAM 

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with them, we learn the lessons of simplicity and 
sincerity. No one ever saw either of them covet or 
court the ostentatious. 

They despised and deplored bigotry, duplicity, hypoc- 
risy, Pecksniffian pretense and vanity. 
I know of no two souls in history or in literature, or 
among the good and great men and women I have met, 
who stamped so indelibly upon a generation, upon a 
century, the religion of an affectionate and sincere 
personality as did Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 
I have already intimated that, according to my estimate, 
our friends Elbert and Alice Hubbard summed up their 
religion in three words: " Servi ce, not self ." To put it 
in another way, I think they showed by every act of 
their lives that their faith and creed could be summed 
up in eight words: " He loves God most, who serves 
man best." 5^ &^ 
Or in the happy language formulated by Joaquin Miller : 

" He who serves self alone 
Serves neither God nor man; 
He who serves self alone 
Serves the meanest mortal known." 

How truly have the Hubbards demonstrated the wisdom 
of Emerson, who said, " To be rich in friends is to be 
poor in nothing." 



IN MEMORIAM 261 

How truly did James Russell Lowell express the creed 
of the Hubbards when he said: 

" New conditions teach new duties; 
Time makes ancient good uncouth; 
They must upward still and onward 
Who would keep abreast the truth." 

Let the Christian sing, " I love Jesus." Let the Jew 
sing, " I love Moses." Let the Republican sing, " I love 
Lincoln." Let the Democrat sing, " I love Jefferson." 
But the Hubbards sang, " I lov e hum anity." 
The Hubbards did for our generation and our civiliza- 
tion what would have been a spiritual impossibility to 
the civilizations of China, India, Persia, Athens, Rome 
and medieval Europe. They taught the doctrine of the 
fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. Every 
thought, every word and every deed of Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard was but an expression and an exemplification 
of the fondest hope and the purest purpose of our own 
immortalized Lincoln, who in his last days said, " I 
hope when I am dead and gone it will be said of me by 
those who knew me best, that I always plucked a 
thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower 
would grow." And thus may we all hope to pluck the 
thistle in the pathway of our friends and plant the 
flowers &^ .^©^ 



262 IN MEMORIAM 

J^WHE thing about Alice Hubbard which impressed 
^^J me most was her eternal quest for knowledge, her 
wonderful, open mind. 

She possessed a splendid education, a world of knowl- 
edge acquired by reading and by companionship with 
mental aristocrats, broad experiences as a teacher, a 
business woman, a lecturer and a farmer, but she was 
forever in search of more knowledge — reading, studying, 
thinking &^ ^o* 

The smile of Alice Hubbard was very sweet. It was 
part of the inspiring quality she possessed. It was 
encouraging, kindly, winning. It warmed your heart. 
It was one of her greatest charms, changing a face, not 
young in repose, to one of youth and vivacity. I have 
heard more than one Roycrofter say that when Alice 
Hubbard passed and smiled, the day was brighter &€^ 

East Aurora, N. Y. CawlyU PattOJl. 

IT has been my good fortune to know many men 
and women of rare worth and intellect, and I 
count it a big and blessed privilege that Elbert Hub- 
bard was my friend. I had the greatest admiration for 
him; his work broadened and brightened my life. 
America has lost one of her greatest and most patriotic 
citizens s«>» «•• 
West Chester, Pa. Edwaxd Hicks SUeeter Terry. 



IN MEMORIAM 263 

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gMAN like Elbert Hubbard dies ; it is a light that 
vanishes away. 
We are seized with sadness which resembles prostra- 
tion; but this prostration is of short moment. 
The faithful souls are the powerful souls. 
A strong light has gone out, but the source of light 
remains s^ &^ 

Necessary beings as was Elbert Hubbard die, but do 
not disappear; their work pursues them. Their acts and 
deeds are inlaid, nay, embodied, in the life of humanity. 
C Let us render honor to his great soul, let us hail his 
immortality. Such men must die, because it is the 
common law; and they must last, because it is the 
eternal law. Nature makes them, humanity keeps them. 
C As Historian Elbert Hubbard imparted knowledge ; 
as Orator he persuaded; as Philosopher he enlightened. 
He was eloquent and he was excellent. His heart was 
equal to his mind. 

He had the twofold gift and he followed the twofold 
duty: he has served the people and he has loved the 
people 5^ &^ 
He will ever live amongst us. 

Notary and Commissioner /-« 7 r» rM. u 

Montreal. Canada C J' t. - LtiarO 01X1X6 QU, 

An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of 
cleverness. 



264 IN MEMORIAM 

^ \ EOPLE have often asked me, " How can Elbert 
„ft=^ Hubbard be as sincere and unaffected as you 
say he is? " 

My reply was: " You will just have to meet him your- 
self &9^ &«^ 

" Possibly his idiosyncrasies of personal appearance 
were adopted for advertising purposes — and possibly 
not £•» 5^ 

" But if you were to meet him, you would realize that 
his simple kindliness and brotherliness are not poses." 
A chat with Alice or Elbert Hubbard was always 
genuinely helpful to me. 

President Crane & Breed Mfg. Co. A, .^4:^ A ly.^^^^ 

Cincinnati, Ohio AuStlTl A. Breed. 

,fW\ ILL you allow me to tender to you my heartfelt 
VJL/ sympathy with you all in the untimely death of 
the leaders of The Roycrofters, Alice and Elbert Hub- 
bard? Our people are appalled at the murders that have 
been committed by the sinking of the passenger-steam- 
ship " Lusitania," and for all the relatives of the 
murdered we have the most profound sympathy. May 
the fact that others are sorrowing with you help you all 
to bear up under the irreparable loss you and all Roy- 
crofters — nay, all civilized peoples — have sustained by 
the removal of your leaders. 
wluinoton.New Zealand HoTi. Sir Robert Stout, K. C. M. G, 



IN MEMORIAM 265 

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^•y^ HEREAS, the Loyal Order of Moose and 

^ I ^B the State Lodge of Iowa have recently lost 

^ ■ ^ one of their most distinguished members in 

^*Wl^ the death of our lamented brother, Elbert 

Hubbard, in the "Lusitania" tragedy, be it resolved, 

by the Iowa State Lodge of Moose, 

That we hereby express our sorrow at the untimely 
demise of brother Hubbard and his gifted wife, Alice 
Hubbard, and 

That we deprecate the manner in which his life and 
those of hundreds of other innocent non-combatants 
were sacrificed to the Moloch of war. And be it further 
resolved. 

That we at this time express our appreciation of his 
genius, his talent, his unfailing optimism and high 
faith in the future and purpose of the Loyal Order of 
Moose. And be it further resolved, 

That we commend to our membership a study of his 
writings and philosophy as a basis of true fraternalism. 

G. A. Kinder dine, 

State Lodge of Iowa A. G. Cook, 

Loyal Order of Moose r »r ti/;7«^« 

Muscatine, Iowa J- i^ - WllSOn, 

Resolutions Committee. 

Fra Elbertus was a famous world's figure, and the 
entire world of literature mourns his loss. 

Lilly Varnish Company r^j,„ n/r Till,. 

Indianapolis. Ind. John M. Lilly. 



266 IN MEMORIAM 

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X WAS not acquainted with Elbert Hubbard person- 
ally, but our minds and thoughts on things of life 
were running on the same parallel line — hence we were 
natural brothers. He died at the zenith of his activity, 
after having done his share toward the uplift of human- 
ity, and was going on a humane mission that he might 
have been able to do more useful work toward helping 
distracted humanity on the road of peace. He did not 
care much for the Hall of Fame, I do think, as he knew 
that " omnia est vanitas," but his name will remain 
as one of a thorough man, of a progressive educator. 
New York City Pwf. Alexander Oldrini. 

/^LBERT HUBBARD added dignity to work. He put 
V^^ the finishing touches on that old superstition that 
no gentleman can earn his own living. On his pedestal 
stood the worker, either by brain or brawn. He said 
that any man in love with his Job has achieved success. 
He taught many of us that a man may become an artist 
as easily manufacturing plows as in painting on canvas. 
€[ The Era's romance was the romance of work well 
done — of satisfactory service rendered. His hero was 
the man who through supreme skill and industry can 
bring the World to his workshop -door. 
St. Louis. Mo. Frank D. Boyd. 



IN MEMORIAM 267 

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'^^f^tl^^O know Elbert Hubbard was to be his 
m C\ friend. He was an inspiration to countless 
^^ J thousands. His good work will never die s«» 

^^^1^^ It has been only a few short months since 
I bade Hubbard good-by. He had just finished a wonder- 
ful message to a large audience in Kansas City. I shall 
always remember what an inspiration his hearty hand- 
shake gave me. 

How we shall miss him at our annual conventions. Each 
year he gave a message of helpfulness and cheer to 
hundreds of our people from all over the Southwest. 
My desk contains many letters from these people, 
mourning Elbert Hubbard. 

Elbert Hubbard knew man. His wonderfully keen per- 
ception opened the door wide to human character, 
wherever he found it. Hubbard was a stranger to 
jealousy. His big heart and soul were continually reach- 
ing out to help others. He believed in helping here and 
now, and right now. 

Yes, we miss Hubbard as a Brother, but shall ever be 
thankful that we were permitted to know him inti- 
mately, even though for a few short years. 
St^ 'Jit'Z ^^^^ F. M. Planck, M. D. 

Speak well of every one if you speak of them 
at all — none of us is so very good. 



268 IN MEMORIAM 

HIFE has been very good. The gods have been most 
kind. I have been permitted to do some good 
work — work which I am quite sure I would never have 
done had not Elbert Hubbard helped me to become a 

-^lover of work. 

And what a teacher he was. The good teacher, he used 
to say, teaches his pupils to get along without him. 
Hubbard taught me to go ahead under my own steam. 

^ What he did for me he has done for hundreds of thou- 
sands. They may have touched him but once and may 
have forgotten him immediately. But the strength they 
received in that instant of contact has remained with 
them all their lives. 

Moses touched the rock and the stream burst forth. 
Hubbard touched the hearts of men and liberated 
streams of creative energy. There is more beauty, more 
love, more joy, more power in the world because his 
V influence lives in it. 

camblidge!*Mats. Thoma s DreJe T. 

We can at least find comfort in the thought that Elbert 
Hubbard died a martyr to the principles for which he 
stood and fought for so many years, that of humanity, 
and the greatest tribute that can be paid to his memory 
is the continuance of his work. 

Georges Mills, N. H. Billy B, VOTl. 



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XT is with deepest gratitude I give my testi- 
mony to the memory of Elbert Hubbard, 
whom I met for the first time fourteen years 
ago 5«» &€^ 
My own career was just beginning. I had a publisher or 
two, but was not receiving very much encouragement 
in the line of royalties; and as my songs, in which I had 
faith, were my only means of support, I felt the neces- 
sity of doing something with them that would produce 
an income. 

At about the most discourag e d_ tim e of my career I 
heard Mr. Hubbard lecture on the Roycroft Shops. I 
was immediately inspired to try to do something of the 
kind myself. 

I was introduced to Mr. Hubbard after the lecture, as 
one who had written, "I Love You Truly," and "Just 
A- Wearying for You." He said he knew them. Some one 
had evidently told him there was a struggler by the 
name of Carrie Jacobs Bond who was no less afraid 
than himself. And we became friends. 
He asked about my "lectures," as he called them; and 
I told him I was giving little programs of my own songs, 
as a means of advertising them, for the munificent sum 
of te n dolla rs and expenses there and back. He said: 
" When can you come to East Aurora? I will give you 
twenty-five dollars and a return -ticket to New York."^^ 



270 IN MEMORIAM 

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If I remember right I said, " I can come tomorrow," as 
bookings were rather far apart, and the prospect of a 
recital at the Roycroft Shops, with enough money to 
pay my board for a few days in New York with a ticket 
there and return, bewildered me. 

Needless to say I went, and saw the wonderful little 
Roycroft Shop. I sang in a room where everything was 
made by hand. It was the upper part of the original 
shop. The worktables were pushed aside, a platform 
made, and there I sang my first Roycroft concert. 
I said, the " little " Roycroft Shop — indeed little then, 
compared with what it is now. 

It was at that time I determined there should be a Bond 
Shop, and I would be brave enough to publish my own 
songs. I began the Shop in a hall-bedroom, with a two- 
by-four closet for a stock-room. 

Enough of my own Shop. This was told so those who 
would care to read would understand the inspiration 
the Roycroft Shop and its originator inspired. 
Last year I went to visit — as I often did — the dear Roy- 
croft Shops, and my good friend said, " Will you sing 
for us? " 

And I said, " Of course I will," and went over to the 
piano &^ &p- 

But before I struck the first chord he said: " Hold on a 
minute! I want to call the boys and girls." It was in the 



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middle of the afternoon, but within fifteen minutes all 
the workers in the Roycroft Shops had assembled in 
the music-room, where they were allowed to listen for 
three-quarters of an hour to the little impromptu pro- 
gram it was my great pleasure to give. 
Does any one wonder why the folks who work at the 
Roycroft Shops look happy? 

And my recital was not the only one that gave an hour's 
vacation in the middle of a busy day to the Roycroft 
workers. It ofte n happ ened. 

I knew only one side of Elbert Hubbard — the beautiful 
side, the side that did the kind things for every soul 
who was in trouble : the more difficult the trouble, the 
greater the sympathy. 

It always makes me smile when I hear flattering things 
said of the dead — so many forget the dead do not need 
encouragement. I said all these things of Elbert Hubbard 
before the passing of my friend. And I sign myself as 
one of many who ow e their suc cess and belief in them- 
selves to Elbert Hubbard. 
Chicago, III Carrie Jacobs Bond, 



EDITOR'S NOTE. — Not many people know about Mrs. Bond's " Bond 
Shop," occupying sixty feet on Michigan Avenue, Chicago. This business of 
hers has sold upwards of three million copies each of three of her songs — "/ 
Love You Truly," "Just A-Wearying For You," and "A Perfect Day." t^ 
Mrs. Bond's is a truly wonderful business with immense possibilities. 

Be gentle and keep your voice low. 



272 



IN MEMORIAM 



X NEVER saw Mrs. Hubbard but once, and 
that was some years ago when she called 
the men in the Shop together and presided 
over a little suffrage meeting at which I 
spoke. I was wonderfully impressed by her, and later 
we had some correspondence, and at her request I sent 
her an article which she used in '* The Fra." 
I have never forgotten her face and how her soul seemed 
to shine through it. She made me think of Poe's lines to 
Helen beginning, " Helen, thy beauty is to me like 
some Nicean bark of old." Afterwards when I heard her 
criticized because she had defied precedent, it seemed 
an amazing thing to me that a woman who radiated good- 
ness and purity as the sun radiates heat and light could 
be classed by any one with the sinners of the world o^ 
Horneii, N. Y. Anna Codogon Eiz. 




To love one's friends, to bathe in life's 
sunshine, to preserve a right mental atti- 
tude — the perceptive attitude, the expectant 
attitude, the attitude of gratitude — and to 
do one's work — these make up an ideal life. 



COLUMBUS 

{A Favorite With Elbert Hubbard) 

©EHIND him lay the gray Azores, 
Behind the Gates of Herciiles ; 
Before him not the ghost of shores ; 
Before him only shoreless seas. 
The good mate said: " Now must we pray, 
For lo! the very stars are gone. 
Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say? " 
" Why, say: ' Sail on! and on! ' " 

" My men grow mutinous day by day; 
My men grow ghastly wan and weak." 
The stout mate thought of home ; a spray 
Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. 
" What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, 
If we sight naught but seas at dawn? " 
" Why, you shall say at break of day: 
* Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! ' " 

They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate : 
" This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. 
He curls his lip, he lies in wait. 
With Ufted teeth, as if to bite! 
Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word : 
What shall we do when hope is gone? " 
The words leapt like a leaping sword : 
'' Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! " 

Joaquin Miller. 




O one has come back to tell us what 
'I were the last words of Elbert Hub- 
bard £«» »•» 

One traveler who thinks he was the 
last person to see him alive says he 
saw him standing in a doorway, 
alone, without hat or coat, calm and 
at ease, but apparently taking the liveliest interest in 
what was going on about him. 

It sounds true. And if knowing what was coming he 
made any comments at all, I am sure they were neither 
commonplace nor heroic. His was such an abounding 
personality, so full of life, so intensely interested in 
everything going on about him, that it seems impossible 
that the ocean could drown him. I doubt if he credited 
it himself &^ s^ 

The many-sidedness of the man was a never-ceasing 
source of wonder to me. Our first talk was about horses. 
One of our last was about_.c gws. 

The first time I ever saw Mr. Hubbard was twenty- 
seven years ago, shortly after J. D. Larkin and Com- 
pany of Buffalo discovered that the public was fairly 
crying for " Swe et Hom e " soap at six dollars a box, 
with about ten dollars' worth of napkin-rings, picture- 
books, coffee-spoons, baby-rattles, wall-pockets, men's 
neckties, and Chautauqua desks thrown in. 
Knowing that the readers of the papers which at that 
time I represented, needed washing, I went to the 
office from which came this unheard-of offer of soap 



276 IN MEMORIAM 

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and things. €1 "Mr. Larkin was not in," but something 
in the manner of the very bright -looking man who told 
me this told me also that he was " the man to sec." 
In a very few minutes I was advised that their adver- 
tising contracts for the season were all closed. 
In a conspicuous place in the office on a brass easel was 
a fine lithograph of "Ma ud S. " handsomely framed s^ 
The interview over, as I reached for my hat I looked at 
the picture and asked, " Is n't that 'Maud S'? " 
" What do you know about horses? " 
I answered his question with another: Did he " think 
Belle Hamlin and Justina would beat their own pole 
record that year? " 

To men who love horses it is unnecessary to go further 
into details, and to men who do not, further details 
would not be interesting. 

Hubbard himself has referred to this law — that we love 
others in proportion to the way they reflect something 
within ourselves. 

Perhaps the quickest way of losing confidence in the 
breadth of human knowledge is to get a man off of his 
one subject. Hubbard's subject was all subjects. You 
could no more lead him to a subject that he could not 
intelligently discuss than you could baffle Edison in 
electricity. C. He specialized in versatility. 
In nearly all his works he was an anomaly. 



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He was an old-fashioned f armer who believed in bloo^ 
and breed. He was an author who could publish his own 
works, a poet who could run a bank. Welcome in the 
home of wealth, a lunch;;j;£umter satisfied his needs. 
He was a printer who could sell advertising, an econo- 
mist who could make money. As great a moralist as ever 
wrote in this country, he was accused of having no 
morals whatever — ^yet I believe that his ideals were 
high. Fortune was just, in that the medical profession, 
at which he always laughed, could have done nothing 
for him at the end. 
New York City GeoTgc Batten. 

X ATTRIBUTE my success in life to the writings 
of Elbert Hubbard. When the writer graduated, 
the orator of the day used for his text, "A Message to 
Garcia," and this has had a wonderful influence on my 
life. I have been a constant reader of " The Philistine " 
since Eighteen Hundred Ninety-nine, and have always 
looked forward to it every month as a rare treat indeed. 

Manager Kalamazoo Vegetable Parchment Co. j zr'^ji^r.^^^^^ 

Kalamazoo, Mich. J- KindleoergeT. 

Through Elbert Hubbard I secured religious liberty. 
And what that means to me can not be told on the point 
of a pen! $•>■ s^ 
Peoria, III. H. T. Morgan, 



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LBERT HUBBARD was a voluminous adver- 
tising writer, and probably never wrote an 
ad without a touch of that humor which was 
occasionally over-exuberant, but was often 
of the kind that goes straight to the hearts of men. 
When he felt like it he could put the facts about any- 
thing in so comprehensive and forceful a manner as to 
compel interest, attention and thought. He was a far 
sincerer man than he pretended to be — ask those who 
lived with him! And many of the advertisements he 
wrote rang as true as any advertisement ever did; and 
an advertisement that rings true is a good advertise- 
ment. He believed as few writers have done in Work, 
and Health, and Co-operation, and Peace, and the Joy 
of Living ; and he put this belief into the advertisements 
he wrote for his own business, and for many others. He 
was a man of so many moods and times that his adver- 
tising work, as well as his other work, was uneven ; but 
this is the case with many of the world's greatest, in all 
periods. He was cut off in his full vigor; the work that is 
now being published posthumously is the best he ever 
did. Let us have faith that he is continuing his labors in 
a sphere of clearer vision and of peace. Such a man 
would surely not be content in a Hereafter where " the 
laborer's task is done." 
Boston, Mass. Hauy Albw* Woodworth. 



IN MEMORIAM 279 



XN our long-haired, necktied, Bohemian days, we 
artists, sculptors and poets in embryo used to 
count all things loss if, from our thin earnings, we could 
not squeeze enough to buy the unctuous and bubbling 
"Philistine" of those romantic days. There it lay gaily 
decorating our studio-table — taking precedence of and 
often substituting for a larder by no means full. Later, 
when Hubbard the mythical became Hubbard the 
actual, and his esoteric wisdom was embodied and 
became helpful companionship, we learned to love him 
for himself and to appreciate his unconquerable nature. 
We smile, therefore, with him, at life and at death — 
knowing him now as master of both. 
New York City <=,«=> Fraficis Howaxd. 

J^^O know Elbert Hubbard was to love him— kindly, 
\^ unselfish and just, with a cheery word for all. 
Before me on my desk is a photo — of the Fra and me — 
taken at East Aurora (under the shade of an old apple- 
tree), with his sad, sweet smile beckoning. When he 
visited Pittsburgh he always called, and my trips to 
East Aurora were always fraught with pleasure. His 
like we shall never see again. I shall miss him — I shall 
miss him. Long may his spirit hover over the village of 
his dreams! 
pSsburJft, pJ!^"*" ^''''''''^''''' Jos. B, Choynski. 



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XCAN not express my sincere sorrow in the un- 
timely end of Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard, nor can I 
find words to say what a great loss to the literary world 
and to their friends, the passing out of life of the 
Hubbards is and will be. 

Mr. Hubbard's keen grasp of business perplexities and 
his creative artistic spirit transformed an every-day 
matter into an object to be admired. An otherwise 
plain advertisement became a gem of business literature 
through the pen of this skilful writer, who has put the 
stamp of his own forceful individuality in indelible 
language in the annals of Roycroft literature for all 
time to come. 

I shall miss the cheering greetings and encouraging 
messages which came from Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard on 
each Christmas Day. Their warm, loyal friendship has 
been very precious to me, and has gained for them a 
lasting place in my heart and memory. 

aSlSfe^'/a?.'"""" """"' ''"• (Mrs.) Freda Ehmann. 

Just a word. He was an old friend. I lift my hat — A 
MAN HAS PASSED AWAY! Would that he could 
have told his story before going! 

In sorrow, humiliation and shame, I am, an American 
abroad &^ s^ 

Liverpool, Eng. J- H. Livaudds. 



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^^^^^ROM. the world of printing and publishing, a 
B^^jl unique figure has passed. Pens more able 
W \ than ours will pay full tribute to the many 
^^ i» works of this many-sided man. In thinking 

of him who scorned conventionality and lip service, the 
thoughts come fast, but words to express these thoughts 
are hard to find. Simply and sincerely we say: 
Elbert Hubbard, we thank you. You were a good friend 
of ours in the days when friends were few. One of our 
first customers, you helped us much. 
We treasure the kindly words you wrote us seven years 
ago: " I thought that perfect typesetting could only be 
done by hand, and therefore, I stuck to the hand 
method for a great many years. I have now come to the 
conclusion, however, that when a machine can do the 
work better than a human hand can, in the interests of 
Humanity, we should use the machine." 
And you were a good friend to the whole printing world. 
You taught that only upon the foundation of Quality and 
Integrity can an enduring business be built. 
You exposed many shams and overturned many old 
theories. You demonstrated that Printing is an Art and 
a Business, too. 

Lanston Monotype Co. t^^^^aU ZJ^..a 

Philadelphia, Pa. JOSeph HoyS, 

Happiness is a habit : Cultivate it. 



282 IN MEMORIAM 

^yjkJHE friendship of both "John" and Alice is a dear 
%. J memory to me. I have tasted of their salt as an 
honored guest. I have ridden and tramped and played 
with them in the woods and fields in moments of relaxa- 
tion. It was on such occasions when away from the 
sight and sound of people, off in the great open or in the 
leafy shades of the woods, that the Fra would take off 
his pose and unbosom himself. In these rare moments 
I saw and touched the real man. He was no god. He 
was very human — much more so than many thousands 
of his blind worshipers ever suspected or would 
believe. And because he was very human, because he 
was of the earth, earthy, like myself, he was more than 
ever endeared to me. The best things he ever said were 
not on the platform nor yet on the typewriter, but out 
in this way with friends, with all restraint removed S9» 
I owe much to Elbert Hubbard. He was one of three 
men who influenced my life profoundly. Two are dead. 
One still lives. Perhaps some day when the grief of the 
present has passed I will try to tell just what in my 
judgment was Hubbard's greatest claim to greatness, 
for he was a great man. No one will deny that. And if 
in later years I had grown somewhat out of sympathy 
with him spiritually, the man himself was always lovable, 
always the good comrade, and I love his memory. 

Pig eon-Roost-in-the- Woods n,,.^^ z^^,!,./,*/ 

Long Eddy, N. Y. oTUCe tOlVert. 




IN MEMORIAM 283 

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POSTLES of love and life and joy, Elbert 
and Alice Hubbard gave to the world much 
that was of help and uplift; she, the full 
measure of a mind rich in those thoughts 
which strengthen and cheer; he, the full measure of a 
unique intellectuality which made for independent 
thought &^ s^ 

From out the twenty- six letters of the alphabet Fra 
Elbertus fashioned keen- edged darts, which he hurled 
at cant and hypocrisy with unfailing aim ; in every sham 
and false convention the barbed shaft of his ridicule 
found a mark; yet, everywhere he went, he found 
much that was of good, and from that same alphabet, 
and " with one hand " as he was wont to say it, he 
fashioned many a splendid tribute to that which he saw 
His journeys took him far and wide — through many 
lands; he oft touched shoulders with the great, yet in 
that organization to which he had devoted his life- 
work, he was just an Elder Brother, to whom they went 
for counselings and advice. His was a "pioneer soul that 
blazed its paths where highways never ran," but he 
also lived by the side of the road, and was a friend to 
man &^ &^ 

Elbert and Alice Hubbard have passed on. Long will 
they be remembered, in thankfulness, for the fragrant 
flowers of thought they planted in life's garden. Were 



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but our pen as facile as their own, we then might write 
some tender, touching tribute, that in a way might 
speak the loss we feel. They were our friends. In 
friendship lies life's greatest gift. It knows you well, 
and even with this knowledge, ^ds your better 
qualities. And these they found in frequent journeys 
on our Line, nor failed to give a generous expression 
of appreciation of all the good they saw. 

Asso. Ed. B. R. & P. Magazine a ■m/r /r^..!^* 

Rochester, N.Y. A. M. TaylOT. 

^T^E bow our heads in silent grief for him we loved 
\^y so well. Our loss is profound. The peerless advo- 
cate of Truth, the mighty exponent of business righteous- 
ness, the exemplification of sane living, the great 
American philosopher, is dead. He was the potent 
enemy of Ignorance and Superstition, the formidable 
adversary of Cant, Creed and Dogma. 
We have lost a great leader and a great man. His name 
will go down through future generations with those of 
Franklin, Lincoln, Ingersoll, Voltaire, Jeflferson, Carlyle, 
Paine and Edison. Posterity will know him as the 
champion of Intellectual Freedom. 

He was the Martin Luther of the New Thought, the 
John Wesley of the New Religion. He was the herald 
of a new and better era. 

Savannah, Tenn. Hcmy G. SOTlderS. 



IN MEMORIAM 285 

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/^LBERT HUBBARD at his best— the real Elbert 
\J^ Hubbard — was a seer, a prophet of a greater God, 
a greater Man, a greater Earth, and a greater Universe. 
He was also a warrior and worker for Truth — Truth 
always in the making, for man. His natural place in the 
long evolution of human souls from barbarism upward, 
was the mountain height of a highly evolved conscious- 
ness — a place of vision from which he beheld men 
struggling upward under heavy, hampering burdens of 
the past. He waged a noble warfare, always in the open. 
His bullets were made of love and wit and laughter. 
He sent out diamond arrows of the mind to waken men 
into thought — to loosen from their backs the outworn 
packs of inherited, traditional attitudes toward life and 
" beliefs " that had held them, their world, and their 
God to less than they ought to be. 
ironton, Ohio Mary White Slater, 

I AM happy to say, " Elbert Hubbard was my 
friend." He at least made me think so. Often he 
made me mad, but he made me think every time he did 
so. He was perhaps the most prolific writer in the 
United States, surely the most brilliant and always 
inspiring to a worker. He knew things : he was posted 
on anything. 

Dayu>n,,ohxo Dr. E, H. CosTier. 



286 IN MEMORIAM 

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"THE GOOD OLD NURSE" 

{Dedicated to Elbert and Alice Hubbard) 

^W^HERE are the dead? In your memory and mine. 
VJl/ " The Good Old Nurse " who fastens strong 

arms about us — 
The arms which lift one above all hurt 

More keen — than bodily separation. 
How kind and sweet the voice which knew — 

And rocked to sleep — while eyes alert 
Are seeing far above the strife which beats 

And bears the cross — which wounds — 
And yet, the Love that cradles the youthful one 

Has sped the days for the victory won. 
Well said: " Good Old Nurse." 

Vain are the words which scoff and laugh, 
And say, " Tomorrow I '11 do my task." 

Not one with one whose gift was rare — 
Who gave to the world the wholesome flask 

Of iron will and honest heart. Few there are 
Who dare to brave the cowardly speech 

Of men and knaves ; and teach — in place of preach. 
To live with the dead oft means this — said: 

That it profits us where we are — alive 
To the " Spring " whose " waters " are there 

And the dead have hope and the living — a care. 



IN MEMORIAM 287 

War is the battle for power — forsooth! 

The law the vindictive meed, to this, to that. 
But life goes on — each part — its way, 

While Infinite things have, also, their stay. 
There — beginneth the reign of Day. 

" Thou go not like the quarry slave " — Scourged. 
But by the unfaltering, steadfast step 

Of onward march — approach thy grave. 
" Some one must sacrifice." All needs sacrifice. 

Oh — the things we say and the things we do — 
When the dead are gone. '* There are no dead " 

With Eternal Things. Greatness is what Goodness 
Does — and then — we rest. Think not so ill 

Of work well done or what was said ; 
'T was the hope they gave, the trust they spoke, 

The deeds they wrought — the flowers they grew — 
And made of stone the structures true, 

As true as the workmen who gave — anew. 
Are you — my Reader — who work at play. 

Able to know the courage it takes to live 
A life — of living life? In place of whirlwind fray? 

And — the strength there is, the courage and love 
With one who is willing to face the All — 

And then — with a farewell kiss to Earth 
Bid " The Old Nurse " welcome at the hark of the Call. 
Chicago, III. Maud L. Burton. 



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IN MEMORIAM 



XLOOK upon the tragic fate of Elbert Hub- 
bard as a loss to the world which will be 
more accentuated as the years go by. In 
my case his unique personality was exem- 
plified by the fact that I never even saw him or heard 
him speak, and yet when I finally realized that he had 
started on his last, long "little journey," and that my 
final opportunity was forever gone for meeting him 
personally, as I had planned to do, a mist gathered in 
my eyes and a lump in my throat the like of which I 
had never before experienced, and in that moment I 
knew what a w^onderful personality his must have been 
to have affected me solely through his writings in this 
way &^ &^ 

Port Hope, Ont., Canada Walter J. Helm, 




All men recognize in their hearts that they 
must have the good-will of some other men. 
To be separated from your kind means 
death, and to have their good-will is life — 
and this desire for sympathy and this alone 
shapes conduct. We are governed by public 
opinion, and until we regard all mankind 
as our friends, and all men as brothers, 
so long will men combine in sects and 
cliques, and keep the millennium of Peace 
and Good- Will a dim and distant thing. 



A TRIBUTE 
Ever ready, with a smile for all. 
Like Emerson, his clarion call 
Brought vivid signs upon the wall ; 
Enough to show a better day 
Rising before us, on the way 
To keep men true, nor lead astray. 

He came, he saw, he conquered — then, 
Unlike a Caesar, gave to men 
Brilliant thoughts with trenchant pen. 
Beauty knew his touch ; he wrought for good 
And won the Marathon, fair and free, 
Racing swiftly through the fragrant wood, 
Down hills, o'er plains, to yonder sea. 
Rochester, N. Y. C. G. Hargex, Jr 




HAT should be the real memorial to 
Elbert Hubbard, the dreamer of 
dreams, who found the realization 
of his dreams in East Aurora? What 
memorial would Elbert Hubbard 
have wanted? Not one in everlast- 
ing bronze, nor in chaste marble, 
nor in a granite mausoleum. I know that he wanted the 
thing he planted here should live and grow, and it 
should be like the seed mentioned in the Bible, planted 
in good ground and multiply a hundredfold. Pilgrimages 
to this place will be made by those whose hearts and 
souls have been filled by the fire and genius of Elbert 
Hubbard, and by those who in the future may be 
touched by the eloquence of the lips that are now silent 
and a heart that is turned to dust. As long as the human 
heart makes pilgrims visit the homes of the men who 
have made an impress upon the world, and sent it for- 
ward, so long will pilgrims come to East Aurora. 
Here lived Elbert Hubbard, one of the greatest 
thinkers that ever flashed on the tide of time. This 
place is sanctified by the lives of Elbert and Alice Hub- 
bard, and glorified by their death. Here in East Aurora 
lives the concrete expression of Elbert Hubbard, busi- 
nessman, artist, orator, writer and philosopher. Here he 
dreamed his dreams, and as Oscar Wilde said, " A 
I dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, 
; and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the 
I rest of the world— yes, his punishment and his reward." 



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He was a sage, and in the words of the Chinese phi- 
losopher Mencius, " A sage is the instructor of one 
hundred ages." His thoughts have tinged the thoughts 
of his times. His words will live immortal with Homer's 
and Plutarch's and Shakespeare's. 
New York City. Harry Weinberger. 

rf the passing of Elbert and Alice Hubbard, East 
Aurora has lost its best friends. That splendid 
courage and optimism with which they met life, their 
devotion to things that were real and of survival value, 
their sympathy and understanding, their appreciation 
and responsiveness have taught us much. We will not 
soon forget! Personally they have meant much to me. 
I loved them. I shall miss them greatly. 

East Aurora, N. Y. Mabel PowerS. 

HOOKING away beyond the great Elbert Hubbard 
and his helpmeet and their wonderful work, to 
the far-reaching effects of the frightful crime of the 
sinking of the "Lusitania," we should all renew again 
our vows of devotion to the cause of liberty and the 
extending of Christian civilization. 
Wampum, Pa. David M. Kirk. 

Things done in hate have to be done over again. 



IN MEMORIAM 293 

XKNEW nothing about the death of Elbert 
and Alice Hubbard, till — some days ago, 
returning from a short voyage — I found the 
sad news in " The Open Road," where 
Bruce Calvert gave them such beautiful homage. 
How terrible that they, also, are among the victims of 
this wild war, which today has lasted a year! 
How much poorer is the world today than a year ago! 
Not only through millions of lost men and lost milliards, 
but through thousands of noble lives, closed before 
their natural time, like those of Elbert and Alice Hub- 
bard — closed before their efforts had borne all the 
fruits they hoped for humanity. Of their persons I never 
had a direct impression. I only admired their faces in 
pictures and their souls in their writings. 
I am glad to hear that their work will be continued in 
their spirit. 

Everywhere, in homes far away, the Roycroft books 

bear witness of their work, and the thoughts have 

reached farther than the books. So they two will still: 

" Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love. 

Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, 

Be the sweet presence of a good diffused." 

Among the many thousands of men and women, 

feeling with you the cruel loss of your Master, is also, 

strand, Alvastra, Norwmy Ellen Key. 



294 IN MEMORIAM 

^i^LBERT HUBBARD had that unusual faculty of 
Y^^ making me mad in five spots and increasing my 
regard for him in ten ways, all at the same time. His 
death was a distinct shock to me and I felt a deep sense 
of personal loss. My last recollection of him is most 
pleasant. We were congenial companions on a toast-list 
in congenial company, and he seemed to be in the very 
height of his mental power. It is a perfectly splendid 
picture that I shall treasure always. 
Buffalo, N. Y. John D. Wells. 

Elbert Hubbard was a man of power, and his life and 
writings will have a great and increasing influence not 
only in his own America but in the whole world besides. 
Stockholm, Sweden '' NoTcUsk BoktryckarekoTist/' 

nIS oft-repeated themes were love, and kindliness, 
and joy, 
To better life and broaden it; to build, and not destroy; 
And by his death, as in the dark a lightning-flashillumes, 
The wrong of war was shown the world! His great loss 

so englooms, 
It stings and stirs us to rebel against the Cult of War, 
That turns our happiness to hell and gloats o'er human 

gore. 
Washington, D. c. Stella V. KellermaTi. 



IN MEMORIAM 295 

^Y%H£N a Voice is stilled, the world suffers a heavy 
VJL/ loss. There are so many Echoes, and so few 
Voices among the children of men. It always has been 
so; it always will be so. The old Hebrew prophets were 
the Voices of their day — sometimes crying in the wilder- 
ness. There were not many of them. The gift of prophecy 
is Heaven's choicest blessing to man. The exercise of 
it demands insight, originality, and above all, that 
sublime courage that faces criticism, misunderstand- 
ing, misrepresentation, and even obloquy, in steadily 
and unflinchingly following the gleam that leads to the 
light s^ &^ 

So, I think of our departed friend, the Fra, as a Prophet. 
No man spoke for him. He was a Voice, not an Echo. 
That is the explanation of his dominating and inspiring 
personality. AH who came in contact with him had to 
admit the charm of a man who was always Himself, and 
never another's. 

During several delightful visits to East Aurora, I caught 
an understanding glimpse of the soul of Elbert Hub- 
bard, and realized his prophetic character. This, 
perhaps, was more clearly visioned by Mrs. Hocken, 
as it was by all of the female sex who had the good 
fortune to meet this unusual man. 
A great Voice is hushed. The world is poorer. 

Toronto, Canada H. G. Hocketl. 



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eLBERT HUBBARD has done more to revolution- 
ize the thoughts of men than any one else since 
the time of Christ. Thousands, yea, millions, of young 
men today have been shown the way to success and 
happiness through his eternal love. 
He was truthful; he was fearless; he had energy; he 
had ability, and he lifted up and led his age. 
Elbert Hubbard was a personal friend of mine, and I 
feel his loss deeply. He has told me several times that 
he had a mission to perform, and that was to make men 
think. This mission has been nobly performed. 

jinctZn City, Ore. Frank N. O'ConnoT. 

/^LBERT HUBBARD'S gift of expression was rare, 
V^ but no other writer in America had his courage. 
He is well within the charmed circle which includes 
Franklin, Paine, Lincoln and Henry George. If we cross 
the Atlantic we must lay hands on Bunyan and Bums, 
Dickens and Faraday. 

Montreal, Canada GeOTQe IlcS. 

The words of Elbert Hubbard have fanned the feeble 
flame of hope to realism in tens of thousands of 
human souls; therefore, he did not live in vain. 

Adv. Mgr. R. Wallace A Sons Mfg. Co. r r iir^i^u 

Wallingford, Conn. L,, J. WaLStl, 



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^l^^j^HOUGH I never saw Elbert Hubbard, I came 
M C\ to know him well since his first splendid 
^L J Message poured itself into my young ears, 

^^fc^^ My Father read those inimitable thoughts 
to me. I did not dream that they would color my life, 
and define my path, as they have done. Flower after 
flower has bloomed in my inner self — because of that 
first prayer. And now, looking back, I have seen the 
passing of your Father, and of mine. Both sleep in un- 
marked graves. Yours was a famous Sire, and mine not 
less so — unto me. €L Thank God your head is up, and 
your face towards the East! 

The Fra has followed me to the steel-head in this new 
land. Surely a humble appreciation of a unique being 
may not be displeasing to some one who held him dear. 
And it is in this spirit that I, a cast-iron Homesteader in 
Northwest Canada, dare to revere so fine a memory, 
as a photographic smile on Elbert Hubbard's face; or 
the tints and shadings of his brain, which he has traced 
for us, in such exclusive beauty. 

I can see that great company, as they hurried towards 
the Dawning, through the gateway of the ocean. I look 
once more. Alice and Elbert Hubbard are hand in 
hand. Thus, in the garden of my brain, a favorite 
blossom has dropped an incomparable petal. 

Winnipeg, Canada Walter P, DoviSSOJl, 



298 IN MEMORIAM 



i© 



HE loss of Elbert Hubbard is a great one, irrep- 



fited by his philosophy. How widely his works were 
read may be in a measure gauged by the fact that I have 
found the greatest interest manifested in Elbert Hub- 
bard everywhere. It occurs to me as I write that among 
his warmest admirers were a Cabinet Minister in 
England and, in Japan, one of the most celebrated 
Japanese writers. 

Curiously enough, I have located my place of residence, 
more than once, as a City between Niagara Falls and 
East Aurora. 
Buffalo, N. Y. Walter H, Schoellkopf. 

XHAVE been rich above most men in my friends, 
and I thank God that Fra Elbertus was one of 
them &^ s^ 

My faith in the ^reat Creative Pow^r is such that I 
can not think of the Fra as drowned in any ocean of 
non-existence. 

Somewhere, sometime, I shall hope again to meet him 
and find him an inspiration as of yore. 
But it is a world of love, and while we smile, for he 
would not have us sad, words can not contain our loss — 
there is a loneliness everywhere. 

East Bridgewater, Mass. Emest LitlWOOd StaplcS, 




IN MEMORIAM 299 

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BOVE the din and lamentation of this latest 
and greatest catastrophe — the sinking of 
the " Lusitania " — the intellectual world 
feel that, in the death of Elbert Hubbard, 
they have lost the guiding spirit of the age. 
Hubbard's philosophy was the essence of all that is 
genial and tolerant. He granted every soul the divine 
right of expansion; his love and pity, and the proceeds 
of his labor were not reserved for his own, nor for the 
dispensation of the elect, but went out in freshets of 
hope and joy to the poorest and lowest who ever suf- 
fered a heartache. 

As for his wife what could we say more than that Alice 
Hubbard made Elbert Hubbard possible ! 
But, as life is for the living, and music and flowers and 
cheerfulness and sunshine should crowd out every 
vestige of crape and crypt, we are content with but the 
memory of these monumental friends to good work and 
loyal service. 

The Bronx, New York MtS. A. F. Stark. 

In the death of Elbert Hubbard the world has lost one 
of its foremost philosophers and business -builders, and 
literature its most unique figure. We are all the 
better for his having lived. 
joHTmoJ Beulah Long. 



300 IN MEMORIAM 

XT seems impossible for me to translate into words 
the sadness I felt upon hearing of the untimely 
death of Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 
It was my pleasure to know Elbert and Alice Hubbard 
not only through the medium of their literary produc- 
tions, but with the deeper knowledge of personal 
acquaintance ship . 

Volumes will be written about what the passing of 
Elbert and AUce Hubbard means to literature and lore, 
but to those whose privilege it was to know them 
personally, their loss can not be expressed in mere words. 

International Textbook Company rp j p^^j _„ 

Scranton, Pa. T, J. Fostcr. 

XT is not possible for me to express the deep pain 
I still feel at the loss of the late Elbert Hubbard. 
Like most people I regret his loss because a brilliant 
writer and thinker has gone. Most of all, however, I 
mourn him because a great, big, kind heart has forever 
ceased to beat. His and Mrs. Hubbard's were among 
the few lives which we could the least spare. Yet it is 
a beautiful thought that as the two faced their Maker 
they could justly say that the world is brighter and 
better because of their sojourn in it. 

'T'J&ey.aS'aZ'""'"'" ^^^^ Booker T. Washington. 
The universe is planned for good. 



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LBERT HUBBARD was one of the few men 
who was what he was in a sense distinct 
from any other human being. 
He said, '*Most writers do not write what 
they "think: they only write what they think other people 
think they ought to think." 

He, himself, wrote what he thought, and while probably 
no one in the world agreed with every line that he wrote, 
not even himself at some times, his words had that 
rare quality of having come from beyond the veil ^•^ 
The last time that I saw him was last September in San 
Diego. I had fallen in a slight street-car accident and 
somewhat injured myself, and was in his room at the 
hotel disposing of the blood and gore. He was just as 
friendly and attentive as a brother could be, and when I 
was rehabilitated there came to the door a man with a 
diagrammatic solution of all the problems of the 
universe. Elbert sat down with him as though he thought 
at last the great interpreter had arrived, treating him 
with great courtesy and apparent interest while he 
unfolded his marvelous plans, at the same time en- 
deavoring to suggest to him that it might be wise to go 
back to the work in which he had been engaged. After 
the man had used a half -hour of Elbert's time, he went 
away and I said, " Elbert, do you do that with all the 
cranks who try to see you? " He replied: " All that I 



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can. It may be that it is all the consolation that poor 
fellow will get." 

Another occasion that I especially recall was several 
years ago when Elbert and I were climbing the wonder- 
ful hills back of Oakland in order to see Joaquin Miller. 
On the way we were talking concerning the teaching of 
Jesus, and I was expounding what seemed to me then 
like a new discovery, that the practise of absolute trust 
as the fixed attitude of the mind and perfect love as the 
unvarying practise of life would solve every human 
problem, individual and collective. 

Elbert turned his back on me for a period of some 
minutes without saying a word. Then, as he turned he 
said, "I believe you are right, but I am not quite ready 
for that— yet." 

I think every clear thinker sooner or later must per- 
ceive the truth of the power of this principle, and yet 
our friend was the typical man, on that day when he 
said, with an earnestness and tone in his voice that can 
not be described, "I am not quite ready for that — yet." 
€1 In my judgment no one will understand Elbert Hub- 
bard who regards him as an ordinary composite man 
like the rest of us. He seemed to be built in layers, and 
the different parts of his nature appeared to be distinct 
rather than interpenetrating, and in the experiences of 
his whole life he ran through all the scale from the 



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lowest to the highest note. Some of his utterances were 

of the quality that will last when even his name has 

been forgotten. As for example, the words that he wrote 

about the Great Nazarene in " The Philistine " of 

October, Nineteen Hundred Nine: 

" Power gravitates to the man who can use it; and love 

is the highest form of power that exists. If ever a man 

shall live who has infinite power, he will be found to be 

one who has infinite love." 

If I knew his faults, which his critics magnify, I certainly 

should not emphasize them, but would rather endeavor 

to do as the artist with the painting of King Philip of 

Macedon, when he caused the outstretched finger of 

the monarch to cover the scar upon his cheek. 

Elbert and Alice Hubbard rest in the beautiful grave of 

the shining and friendly sea, and our kindest thoughts 

will follow them wherever the great Providence may 

have led them. 

New York City ^^^ Benjamin Fay Mills. 

" While three men hold together 
The kingdoms are less by three " 
says Swinburne. 

Elbert Hubbard could always be counted in. He was a 
man, and has left a man's mark on his time. 

Ruskin School Home Tfnrni T ninpri^nn 

Heacham-on-Sea. England tiOTTy LOWeUSOn. 



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y^LBERT HUBBARD was the poet laureate of labor 
\^^ — he deified and dignified it — he loved the worker 
and, as love begets love, the worker loved him. The 
man who gave an honest day's work for an honest 
day's pay was always sure of encouragement and 
applause from him, but he tore, with merciless fingers, ! 
the cloak from hypocrisy and threw the fierce white 
light of publicity upon the whited sepulcher. We believe 
that his work was good and that we are, all of us, the 
better for his having lived and worked among us. 

Vice-Pres. Stearns Salt and Lumber Co. ttt /n /-^ i 

Ludington, Mich. W. T. CulVCr, 

^^HE death of Elbert Hubbard is a great loss to the 
^1^ community. I miss him much. I have enjoyed his 
friendship for twenty-three years. I have always found 
him true to the temperance cause. Though severe on 
all kinds of current shams, he was full of kindness and 
sympathy for the unfortunate. 

St. Vincent's Church / r> \ ^ ^ i 

North Evans, N. Y. {Rev.) George Zurcher. 



Elbert Hubbard was one of our remarkable men — ^he 
was doing a service of great value. He will be sadly 
missed and not altogether replaced. 

Chairman Agricultural Commission A. B.A. n r> tt • 

Champaign. III. B. F. HaniS. 



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^ ^ ^ HAT Burbank is to plant life, Edison to 
^r ■ ^k machinery and electricity, Hubbard was to 
■ ■ V humanity — a peace advocate with a com- 
^Jj^F pelling conviction, a promoter of the spirit 
of temperance, the founder of a system of education 
for the highest development of mankind. 
Possibly few have been more fortunate than myself in 
meeting men of all stations in life, casually and inti- 
mately — some of the greatest and some of the least — 
some of the best in educational circles, specialists, 
scientists, giants of intelligence, physique and morality. 
'And I can truthfully say that from none have I received 
a greater inspiration than from the great master spirit 
of the Roycroft. 

*As I look in retrospect I can now visualize Elbert Hub- 
bard, big-hearted, jovial, brotherly. To the unsophisti- 
cated he was protector and friend, surrounding one 
always with an atmosphere of good -cheer. In this atmos- 
phere I enjoyed the environments of loyalty and love 
compelled always by his great spirit of humility. 
Elbert Hubbard was never penurious of type, paper or 
space, and in this, as in all else, he gave lavishly to the 
world of his highest ideals and his great kindliness. He 
was one of God's noblemen, and in the great beyond, I 
believe he will be a leader of the delegation whose 
business it is to spread sunshine. 
Carbondaie. Col Eugens H. Grubb. 



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6VERYTHING Elbert Hubbard touched was made 
beautiful by the magic of his mind. He was the 
greatestadvertisement-writerof hisage.andhismethods 
turned the cr>-ing of wares into literar>' adventures. Each 
was a faceted gem not to be passed by. He played with 
words. They were his pa>vTis, and most of them reached 
the king-row. The more I study his simple, forceful 
system of writing, the more attractive it seems to me. 
So full of infinite variety that he never appeared to pro- 
duce the same effect twice, so wonderfully tender when 
he chose, so delicate, so true, so full of pathos, fire, 
feeUng, art, laughter, tears ; so thrilling, so compelling, 
there is no other modem writer to compare with him i^ 
London, Eng. Agties Herbert. 



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The one theme of Ecclesiastes is modera- 
tion. Buddha wrote it down that the great- 
est word in any language is "equanimity." 
William Morris said that the finest blessing 
of life was systematic, useful work. Saint 
Paul declared that the greatest thing in life 
was love. Moderation, equanimity, work 
and love— you need no other physician s^ 



RAIN 
^#^^\A.IN! come into my garden, 
J^^ Water the green-folk there; 
Grant the parched earth a sweet pardon, 
Answer each tiny prayer. 

Water the pansies and larkspur. 

Freshen each tired, drooping head; 
Fill each green cup with thy nectar. 

Drench the tall ferns in their bed. 
Sprinkle them, spatter them, softly spray — 

Steadily, softly spray. 
Com and the trailing tendril 

Gladly thy voice will obey. 

Rain! from thy heights supernal, 

Down from the spheres above. 
Into our need eternal, 

Everlasting love. 

Cleanse our poor world of war-madness, 

Purge the sick soul of its dross ; 
Wash from our hearts darkest sadness, 

Recompense every loss. 
Silvery spirit-rain, softly spray — 

Steadily, softly spray. 
Enter the hearts of earth's children. 

Steal the war-madness away. 
Dayton, Ohio Archic A. MuTixma, 



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HREE things Hubbard did as no 
other man has done for which I am 
truly grateful. First, he was on the 
side of the masses as against the 
political doctors who wished to 
establish compulsory vaccination and 
other forms of legal surgery. He was 
opposed to that great, powerful, omnipresent, formidable 
association of doctors known as the American Medical 
Association. He dared to oppose them. In doing so he 
was not politic. He lost tens of thousands of friends by 
so doing, no doubt. He knew it. He paid the price 
willingly. The people in whose defense he wielded such 
unanswerable arguments were a class of people who 
could render him no service in return. He was a friend 
of the drugless healer as against that autocratic doctor 
of drugs bolstered up by tyrannical laws. The drugless 
healers of all classes loved him. 

Hubbard gained no fame or financial support from his 
espousal of their cause. I loved him for this. 
But, second, I loved Hubbard because he could see 
with the vision of a prophet that the Morgans, the 
Camegies, the Rockefellers were consciously and un- 
consciously making the world a better place for all of us. 
With Hubbard's power to write and speak he would 
have been the most popular socialist the world has 
ever produced. But he turned from this temptation, and 
planted his feet on the rock of eternal justice, thereby 
driving away from him thousands and thousands of 



310 IN MEMORIAM 

people who could not sec the ideal that Hubbard tried 
to hold up. He could have counted his followers by the 
millions, had he been willing to prostitute his power to 
wield the English language to the service of the 
iconoclast who thrives on the passions of the people. 
And again, Hubbard was a great preacher. But he stood 
alone. He refused the shelter and assistance of eccle- 
siastical associations. He preached to his own people 
in his own pulpit. He was the only great preacher in the 
world since Paul who preached without a salary. He 
stood alone, like some great tree in the open, his spread- 
ing branches symmetrical, strong, defying the blasts from 
every quarter; and yet personally he was so kind, so 
affable, so genial and companionable that one forgot his 
greatness in the warmth of his personal friendship 5«» 
The last time I saw him (at his home, on the green near 
the well), a large company of men, women and children 
were assembled to witness the open-air moving pictures, 
which were exhibited free once a week. Arm in arm 
with the Catholic priest of the village, he walked about 
among his people, greater than any priest that ever 
donned the robes of ecclesiasticism. 
Columbus, Ohio C. S, Can, M, D. 

The art of winning in business is in working 
hard — not taking things too seriously. 



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LBERT HUBBARD was a worker. Work 
with him was life. In his life he was a great 
individualist. There were two others in his 
time who were greater — Emperor William 
and Theodore Roosevelt. Hubbard was the greatest 
man ever living in America to popularize and com- 
merciaUze^his writings. He was an Emerson with a 
business instinct. 

Hubbard had written for me, I had written for him, 
and we had labored together. He would take my 
matter and make it a classic. Never would he sign his 
name to anything technical until he knew it to be based 
on fact. The intricacies of trade and business were 
analyzed by him with a wonderful force. 
He got at the kernel of a thing by a marvelous short cut. 
Hubbard talked and mingled with many big men. He 
liked to get their point of view. 

Hubbard held his readers as he held his auditors *•» 
It was more than twenty-five years ago that I traveled 
ten miles on a zero night to hear Hubbard, in Salem, 
Massachusetts, and his charm held me then just as it 
did in more recent years. 

He knew Human Nature, and cotild make himself at 
home in any environment. His " Message to Garcia," 
written in an hour or two, was years in the making, and 
secured a larger circulation, in nearly every language. 



312 IN MEMORIAM 

than any work ever before printed, save the Bible alone. 
Hubbard still lives by the vast amount of work he 
performed. He could rinse a subject and get the sweet 
essence better than any advertising man who ever 
lived. He united a great literary power with business 
acumen and judgment such as no other man ever 
possessed. It is rare, indeed, that these qualities are 
united in one person. 

He was criticized because he commercialized his 
marvelous ability. Why not, pray? Ministers, lawyers 
and doctors do the same. 

Having once taken a position on a question, he could 
not be moved. That fact well demonstrated his con- 
sistency and straightforwardness. 

He knew the fakirs by heart, and his fearless and 
brilliant pen dethroned them. 
Long life to Hubbard! 
Lynn, Mast. Edwin W. Itigalls, 

I once sent a bunch of flowers to Elbert Hubbard when 
he was talking on the Orpheum. He had very graciously 
talked before the ad club of which I was president in 
Spokane. On the note attached was this wording, " To 
My Mental Father." The finest thing about him was 
his mind. To be an heir by adoption is an honor. 

Bakersfield, Cat. R, G, PaulUn, 



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LBERT HUBBARD was pre-eminently the 
greatest writer of his time, or that the world 
has produced in the last century. It is doubt- 
ful if one can be named that showed such 
complete familiarity with the history of the world's most 
noted characters and events. 

He was not only a man with a message, but a man with 
thousands of messages. For more than a quarter of a 
century the sun has seldom set on a day that he did 
not deliver us a word that made the world think. He 
was a persistent advocate of the doctrine of ha-rj^nnarik 
and demonstrated to a remarkable degree that an ou^^e 
of useful ^effort is worth a pound of fine-spun th^flxy »^ 
A trip through the Roycroft institution at East Aurora 
is convincing testimony that the fame of Elbert Hub- 
bard does not rest alone upon his literary ability, but 
that he possessed to a rare degree, busines,§JiASi^t, 
initiative and executi ve pow ers, rarely found with 
great literary genius. 

At the summit of his greatness the sea has claimed all 
that was mortal of Elbert Hubbard, but he has con- 
tributed to the world so much that will live on and exert 
its influence for the betterment of humanity through 
generations yet unborn, that history can not deny him a 
place at the top of those who have made the world better. 

Denver. Col. N- HoWOrd RohinSOTl, 



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"^^w^ THINK I could epitomize in a few words the 
M, work that I think Elbert Hubbard did in his life. 
His service was unique. Through it all ran a strain of 
devotion to the best prin ciples of humanity. His 
method of appeal was striking and it reached the h earts 
of many people who would not have responded to any 
ordinary method of reaching out to them. Mr. Hubbard 
had a brilliant jngind and a bi^Ji^j^rt ; and a literary style 
that was completely his own — he spoke in a tongue 
that could be understood. He did much good. His 

} death was like his life — unafraid in the face of moral or 

< physical danger. 

President National City Bank P i rr j^^i.'x 

New York City t . A. Vanderlip. 



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[ORE than all else I have read in my life, what 
Elbert Hubbard has written has made me think. 
And that man who has made other men think has done 
a greater work in the world than has any other class of 
men that has ever lived, or that will ever live. I liked 
him because he saw through and behind and over and 
under the unreal in dogma and creed, and said so, and 
said why, and in his big-hearted and fearless way tried 
to help men help themselves. 

In the death of Elbert and Alice Hubbard the world has 
lost a big man and a big woman. 

Penn Yann, N. Y. HaUy C. MOTSe. 



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X REGARD it as a real misfortune that I 
never met Elbert Hubbard and Mrs. Hub- 
bard, though I have long desired to do so *^ 
I have been, of course, for several years 
past, much impressed by the former's skill and power 
as a writer and by the pith and cogency of his writings, 
especially those given in his little magazine. While 
differing in opinion and sentiment from some of them, 
others had my most hearty commendation, and I have 
often wished that I could sit down and discuss with 
Mr. Hubbard the matters involved. 
Most especially interested was I in the result of a 
letter which I wrote to him, when in quest of informa- 
tion regarding certain noble women. I had purposed to 
place in the large window of our new Risley College for 
Women three figures representing Abigail Adams, 
EUzabeth Fry and Mary Somerville. The result was 
that he forwarded me some essays of his own which 
greatly interested me and strengthened me in my plan, 
which has now been carried out. 

One of the hopes which I had formed was that we should 
have a formal unveiling of the window, and Elbert 
Hubbard, of all men, was the one whom I had in 
mind for an address on such an occasion, but, alas, that 
dream must be forever unfulfilled. 

Cornell University AndrCW D. White, 

Ithaca, N. I. 



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SOU tell me that the time has come when one 
who eulogized the living Hubbards should dip 
his pen into the ink-pot of his own heart and write a 
most eloquent epitaph. And yet I can not do it. I have 
been sitting here all through the sunset and the evening, 
waiting for words. The air is full of them, soft- winged, 
brilliant, swift, and I can not catch any of them and 
make them my very own words in which to express to 
you my sympathy. 

Because, you know, in my philosophy Death does not 
matter much when one's work has been well done. We 
may think it unfinished, but Death is the arbiter on 
that, and so it is finished, though not dead. 
Death has dominion only over our bodies. And so 
Elbert and his gudewife are not dead to me, who knew 
and loved their minds. These I still have with me and 
shall have while I myself continue. Nor shall they die 
ever, while man retains his power to immortalize ideas. 
I am indeed and most sincerely sorry for you who shall 
no longer hear their voices and watch their faces and 
press their hands. And you have my heartiest good 
wishes in your resolve to keep up their work of creating 
a desire for beautiful things and making straight the 
path to acquisition. C. But I shall remember, and I do 
remember, though it may be too much to ask of you 
as yet, that a man is only the seed of which his work 



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is the thousandfold reproduction, reproducing itself 

again and endlessly in the minds of others. 

None may snatch more from Time and Chance than 

this: that he may do himself utterly into his works 

and so pass into them and out of all physical things &9^ 

And I would that each of us might come as near to this 

heaven as have the Hubbardsl 

DuiutH, Minn. Charlcs Hemy Mackintosh, 



XWISH I could begin to tell you the great help I 
derived from the different writings Elbert Hub- 
bard produced during the past fifteen years. I have 
been a great admirer and tried to follow out the advice 
of the late Fra Elbertus. In my work as an advertising 
soUcitor and writing advertising, his books and maga- 
zines have been a great help to me. 

Chairman Park Commissioners ChaxleS P. TindleU, 

Beverly, Mass. <=aeoe=». 

eLBERT HUBBARD had the unique distinction 
of being recognized as a genius, a constructive 
literary scientist, in the years his untiring labors were 
accomplished, and the passing of time will find the 
laurel, still fresh and green, on the radiance of his 
precepts and the memory of his loving-kindness. 

Publisher "Pacific Breezes" Q^y yl. Buell 

San Francisco, Cat. *' 



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LBERT HUBBARD was my associate pastor 
in the People's Church and my personal 
friend s» s^ 

. ^°°^® y^ars ago he came up at the close of a 

sermon, grasped my hand and said, " God bless you 
GoUghtly, that 's just what I needed— come over to the 
hotel this afternoon and talk it over with me and AUce." 
I did &^ s^ 

Elbert Hubbard was a man: "Take him for all in all, I 
shall not look upon his like again." 
Physically, he was tall and striking and had worked 
with his hands in field and factory until his body was 
the strong servant of a will that could do easily, well 
and happily whatever he undertook. 
Socially, with one or hundreds in salon, club or on 
lectur^^j^atform and circuit he was the soul of wit 
humor, satire, pathos, kindness and good-cheer For 
years he has set the joy-bells ringing in the soul, 
planted flowers in life's wilderness way, and lighted 
and kept burning the stars in sorrow's dark night The 
sound of his voice, glance of eye, ring of laugh, smile of 
face, and hand-clasp made merry hearts which did good 
like medicine. 

Pastor People's Church 

Minneapolis, Minn. G. L, Monill. 

Do your work as well as you can and be kind. 




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HOULD the whole of Europe start today to 
pay the world indemnity until the end of 
time, it could not begin to make restitution 
^ for the loss sustained in the death of Elbert 
Hubbard. H A master in a hundred fields of endeavor, 
his future loomed up more brilliantiy even than his 
illustrious past. The world waited in constant anUcipa- 
tion for greater things. And of these it has been robbed. 
C Elbert Hubbard was a brave, keen man, awake to 
every possibility of the full years that he Uved-a man 
who knew more about making himself understood and 
who had finer thoughts on a greater variety of subjects 
than any other man of his day. He was one of the few 
men who placed performance above promise, who knew 
the value of human service, and who had the courage 
to compliment the great army of American men that has 
brought our nation the distinction of being the greatest 
commercial institution the world has ever seen. 
He was a staunch friend of the man who works with 
his hands, and just as strong in his appreciation and 
praise of the constructive business -builder. His ideas 
were at times radical, but his mind was always clear ^ 
It will be many a day before America finds another 
who can so weld the composite thought of the nation 
with trip-hammer force. 

Cole Motor Car Company J. J, ColC, 

Indianapolis, Ind. 



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XT was not my good fortune to know Brother 
Hubbard very intimately, as I never came 
in personal contact with him very much, but 
I feel, notwithstanding this, that I know him 
well. He was a man who seemed to me to be always on 
the highway of Ufe and always looking ahead. He may 
have fully realized how richly he was endowed by 
Nature with intellectual power and talent, but he 
seemed not to. I think the greates^tjjrizes of Ufe were 
his, and he must have enjoyed his work which he made 
a game of. In my opinion he was a great force for good 
in the community and in the world; he carried a great 
message, and will be nationally if not universally 
honored. I hope that in some way his influence will be 
perpetuated. 
Newror^cuu Robt. H. Ingersoll. 




Modem business betters human environ- 
ment. It means gardens, flowers, fruits, 
vegetables ; it means quick, safe and 
cheap transportation of people, commodi- 
ties and messages ; it means books, maps, 
furniture, pictures, playgrounds, fresh air, 
sunshine, pure water, perfect sewerage, 
health, happiness, hope, light and love — 
because business gives opportunities for 
all to work, earn, grow and become &^ 5«» 



ELBERT HUBBARD 
'JP^CE lifted me out of the valleys, 
1 J P To the plains where now I live, 
He opened my life and proved, to me. 
There 's a message I had to give. 

He 's shown me all the beauties, 
Of this world and the next; 
Live, work and love 's what did it. 
This was his Golden Text. 

He gave me all the hunches. 

That 's made Ufe for me worth while ; 

He has proven to me clearly. 

That to make good you must smile. 

The tragedy that has happened 
Has filled my life with tears, 
But I shall keep on smiling, 
Through the remainder of my years. 

Greenville, Miss. Adrian P. Clark, 




OD endowed and blessed Elbert 
Hubbard richly and wonderfully: I 
believe in a Divine purpose in all 
things, and it was no mere chance or 
accident that Elbert Hubbard was 
so strongly developed in his sympa- 
thetic nature, in his marvelous 
human interest; that he was so constant, loyal and 
magnetic in his friendship; so magnanimous as an 
opponent; so blessed with a serene temperament, and 
notwithstanding these rich, amiable qualities, so vigor- 
ous and so virile in all his undertakings; so trenchant 
in all his sayings and writings. 

Through the gloom and sorrow of his death I rejoice 
that I was numbered as one of his friends, and I am 
proud and grateful for his influence upon my life &^ 
Elbert Hubbard quickly saw the best and brightest in 
all things. He was the greatest of optimists. He was a 
gallant fighter — truly, his foes felt the lash of his 
journalistic whip. Their taunts, their gibes and flouts in 
feeble response were all tributes to his noble efforts for 
the uplift of humanity. 

In my many pleasant recollections of my friend, come, 
first of all, his wonderful sympathy for those in sorrow, 
suffering and trouble, and, again, his joy over things 
tending to make the world better. His soul was brimful 
with sympathy. His temperament was, to me, a marvel. 
I have yet to meet any one who saw Elbert Hubbard 
with ruffled temper. 



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I had opportunities in abundance to mark the greatness 
of the man when serving with him on committees in 
connection with the work of our great Fraternity, in 
which he was so sincerely interested. Then I learned 
not only to admire him, but to appreciate his big heart 
and brain. A quick thinker, superbly poised, an ad- 
mirable judgment, his counsel was always invaluable 5«» 
He wrote the Moose Credo of our Order, and one para- 
graph comes back to me at this moment: " I believe in 
sympathy, in mutual helpfulness, in giving assistance 
to the weak, the young, the aged and all those who need 
a helping hand." 

Director General Loyal Order of Moose t^.^^« r rfc«..,*« 

Pittsburgh, Pa. James J, Davis, 

BLTHOUGH I never have had the pleasure of 
meeting either Elbert or Alice Hubbard, in the 
person, their writing reflected the great and wonderful 
personalities which they must have had, so strongly 
that I have often felt as though I had really met and 
known them personally, and do indeed feel very | 
grieved over the almost unbelievable fact that they arc I 
no more &^ &•» i 

May their spirits live and grow as time goes on, i 
inspiring in us and manifesting in our lives, more and 
more their high and noble ideals. 

Jersey City, N. J. O. Walter Zcidt 



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LBERT HUBBARD impressed me as a 
timely expression Puritanism had made to 
complete the correction of herself Emerson 
so ably began. He was the product of an age 
that was orderly, frugal and efficient. But in his creation 
Nature had become wanton, playful even. 
Bom not far from Lincoljj^^sjhiome, and set back a half- 
century in this nation's history, it is not strange he 
should have persisted in an individual and pioneer 
mode of life and thought. Nor do I feel it was deliber- 
ate on his part, but rather natural to him and inevitable. 
He was a powerful product of an age that was hard 
and fixed in its belief and conduct of life, and it gave 
him all that was good and sustaining in that life. 
The hour in America gave him freedom, and so I feel 
Elbert Hubbard comes to us as a freed Puritan, a 
large, generous soul, steeped in a past that was full of 
good, but a past too harsh and too cold to admit of the 
blossoming of a nature that sought first a large, free 
and full life — shared by all — and then an occupation 
that contributed to happiness. 

Alice Hubbard can not be given too great a place in the 
completion of that life. To inspire is the privilege only of 
those who are of the great. To do as well as to inspire 
seems to have been not only her great privilege and 
service, but they seem each to have reacted upon the 



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other so completely that all that was best in both took 
feet and wings and came tumbling into the world of 
thought like wanton, protesting children of a freed race. 
C Elbert and Alice Hubbard have not only built a 
unique place in the Hall of Freedom : they have given 
courage and comfort to millions of men and women 
bom out of the same narrow thought of our day and age 
from which they sprang. How much of an artist Hub- 
bard was is not so important. Art exists to sweeten life ; 
it is the dress of form, the color of expression. Life is the 
all-important thing in life and the first great work of art 
of a truly cultured being. Elbert and Alice Hubbard 
lived a great life. Art for art's sake was as far from them 
as it is foreign to those who are free of the decadent 
spirit, and so when I say I never think of Elbert and 
Alice Hubbard as artists I pay them the compliment I 
myself most envy and seek. To be m en and women , 
great in the courage of what is right — do that beautifully, 
is to satisfy the profoundest end of culture and meets 
the sanest criticism of art. To be a pioneer, a brave and 
generous soul, beautifully, is the great goal. I felt this 
more strongly than the pen or phrase -maker in the 
presence of Elbert Hubbard. He was a great human 
being, and that he managed to communicate that to 
humanity makes him a great artist. 
New York City GutZOIl Borglum. 



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j^i^THERS will comment upon Elbert Hubbard as a 
^^ philosopher and a writer. I wish to speak of him 
as a neighbor. He was a good nei^bor in the best 
sense of the term, exhibiting friendly and kindly 
interest and consideration for his East Aurora neighbors 
under all circumstances. It happened that, during the 
earlier years of my residence in the village, I was 
retained as attorney to conduct a long-drawn-out liti- 
gation involving The Roycrofters, and I confess that I 
felt a little hesitation in approaching Mr. Hubbard 
while the fight was on ; but I soon found that he was so 
broad and generous in his view of the matter that he 
overlooked the attorneyship, and did not permit it in 
any way to affect our friendship. 

He gave all of us villagers a warm and hearty welcome 
to the benefits of the interesting and entertaining 
asse mbla ges in the Roycro ft Salo n. On several occasions 
he did me personally substantial neighborly service 
that I can not forget, and I cherish for his memory an 
affectionate and respectful regard, and feel that the 
community in which he lived has suffered an irreparable 
loss in his death. 
Buffafo^'I'l ^"^''''"" '^''"''' Herbert P. BisselL 

Sanity lies in your ability to think individually 
and act collectively. 



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X THINK that Elbert Hubbard was csscntiaUy 
a friend and inspirer of the new generation — 
many new generations, for he never seemed 
to grow old. I remember the day when I 
opened packages from him with great eagerness, know- 
ing that a Roycroft book would contain some element of 
surprise of text or make-up. The first Roycroft book I 
icver saw was, " On Going to Church," by George 
Bernard Shaw. It was different, and shocked me into 
new ideas. 

I have never known a man more generous with himself 
than Elbert Hubbard. Giving was a form of genius with 
him. He gave without putting you under an obligation. 
When he gave, it was with all his power. Now I look 
back upon it, he was always giving to me though I saw 
him only twice; once on the train to Chicago, and the 
second time when he and Alice Hubbard and Miriam 
came to my Uttle office on Twenty-ninth Street. It was a 
surprise visit, and Hubbard simply came to say kind 
things to me that he had written in his letters and in 
his Magazine. €[ If he gave to the thousands of others 
with whom he came in contact one fraction of what, 
without any effort, he gave to me, then he gave more 
than any other American of his generation. Perhaps 
the final test of greatness is the power to give. 
NfwYo7k City Mitchell Kennerley. 



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THE COMING GOLDEN DAY 
lEYOND the far horizon's rim 
The God of War hath sway! 
'T is coming, though its light be dim, 

The golden, better day. 
'T will come in triumph when it comes, 

Howe'er it hastes or lags. 
But not with trumpets, nor with drums, 

Nor yet with battle -flags. 
For war, and sounds of war, shall cease, 

The banners will be furled. 
And liberty prevail, and peace, 
And joy, in all the world. 

In that, not far-off, glorious time, 

When every man 's a king, 
Despair to haunt, will then decline. 

While Hope will soar on wing. 
Then full-orbed Truth all souls shall draw. 

Like some great central sun. 
And Right be one with Might and Law, 

And Love and Justice one. 
The good the true, the wise, the great, 

All hail its dawning ray; 
'T is coming soon, in glorious state, 

The Christ-Uke better day. 

Newark. N.J. R. L, JohlXSOJl, 



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LBERT and Alice Hubbaxd gave abundantly of 



in helpfulness and inspiration; he the full measure of a 
unique intellectuality which made men think for them- 
selves &^ &9^ 

Out of the twenty -six letters of the alphabet Elbert 
Hubbard fashioned darts of keen edge, which he hurled 
at cant and hypocrisy, and he seldom missed the mark. 
At shams and false conventions he aimed the barbed 
shaft of ridicule. He was master epigrammatist; genius 
of journalism. To a prolific imagination he coupled a 
remarkable industry. He had a keen sense of propor- 
tion and appreciation of relative values. He loved to 
frolic in cap and bells while he carried " the message to 
Garcia." He had that greatness of mind which gave 
him the daring to laugh at himself. 
The friends of Elbert and Alice Hubbard will not 
mourn. They will remember these two in thankfulness 
for the fragrant flowers they planted in life's garden. 

^cHZo.T'^'""""'" ^^^^ Evan Johnson. 

Elbert Hubbard lived a beautiful and a noble life — and 
I am indeed happy to have benefited through his truly 
wonderful teachings. I shall ever revere the memory 
of my Ideal Man. 

Fremantle, Westtrn Australia T, EdW. Roy, 



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^ fc wm ^ HOM. the gods love die young." In the death 
^ ■ ^k of Elbert Hubbard the world has sustained 
V ■ V a loss which it can ill afford. His wonder- 
^^1^^ fully attractive personality so charmed all 
with whom he came in contact, that even those who 
disagreed most strongly with some of his utterances 
were so disarmed by his magnetism that their feelings 
of antagonism were robbed of their sting. 
The dominant feature of his philosophy, that " labor 
makes the whole world kin," and that all good things 
are added to the man who labors, to the support of 
which he threw his entire life and his splendid in- 
tellect, combined with his all-embracing sympathy 
with every phase of human life, marks an enduring 
progress and influence in the uplift of the world beyond 
our power to measure. 

Although I had known and admired Elbert Hubbard 
for many years through his writings, it was not until 
March Twenty-second of this year, when he visited 
me at my home in Bristol, that I fully realized and 
appreciated his wonderful personality, his simplicity, 
his power of grasping everything at its full value on 
sight, and his keen sense of humor. In the death of 
Elbert Hubbard the world has lost one of its greatest 
men »^ ««» 
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m 



Y attention was first attracted to Elbert 
Hubbard by a short article in one of the 
magazines — just a few paragraphs — but so 
vital and brimming with cheer that I resolved 
at once to know more of the writer. 
I sent for a copy of "The Fra" and read it from cover 
to cover — and the covers, too — advertisements and all; 
and I have read every copy published since then that 
same way. 

Some told me at first that Elbert Hubbard was an 
atheist, an anarchist and a dangerous man to follow, 
but I could not believe that after reading that first 
article. Since then I have reconstructed some of my 
former beliefs, and they have all been for the better I 
think. He has taught me a broad and comprehensive 
love for humanity that has nothing to do with any creed 
or dogma. The brotherhood of man has new meanings 
for me, and the beauty and nobility of life has been 
revealed to me in ways that were unknown until I fell 
under the spell of his magic pen. 

Conway, Ark. GeoTQe A. Freeman. 

America and the world are the great losers in the pass- 
ing of so brilliant a man and woman as Elbert and Alice 
Hubbard. 
St. Joseph, Mo. Mr. and Mrs. O. M. King. 



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VJ^^^HE bolt that sent the " Lusitania " to her 
m C^\ ^oo"i ^^s more disastrous to the human 
m J spirit than all the big guns of the Skoda 

^^H^r factories. It killed Elbert Hubbard and Alice 
Hubbard. These were two of the finest souls in all the 
length and breadth of our New America. 
In losing them the world is poorer and the American 
soul is reduced in voltage. 

Elbert Hubbard was my friend, and I shall never forget 
him. He was the incarnate soul of this powerful and 
intrepid people — one of the gods of the younger days. 
He is not dead: his presence is the gladness of the 
world. Day by day I have laughed and loved life better 
because of this gentle Democritus of East Aurora. 
Hypocrisy and fUmflam, religious sculduggery and 
social demagoguery — these he sent flying as with a 
42 -centimeter shell by the high explosives of his 
mirthful sarcasm. 

The poison-gas of class hatred, the liquid fire of vulgar 
pretense, he scattered to the winds. He enriched the 
American tongue. Some of his words that we dub 
" Americanisms " will become the rhythmic syllables 
of the Tennysons and Shelleys yet to be. 
Sharp as the staccato of the rapid-fire guns, one flaming 
sentence of Elbert Hubbard tore the mask off a hun- 
dred years of Europe's shame: " Who lifted the lid off 



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of Hell? — Bill Kaiser." Europe had rotted into incurable 
selfishness. Hence the Junker-War. The path of genius 
is like the path of lightning — always it strikes as if it 
had never struck before. Nobody but Fra Elbertus 
could have said so much in just that way. There will 
never be another Matterhorn, or Taj Mahal, or River 
Rhine or Elbert Hubbard. 

>|-JLICE HUBBARD was the brainiest woman I ever 
I 1 conversed with. She had all the charm^o|jirpman 
and all the breadth of man. As far as I know she was 
the most gloriously^^ifted^oman in America. This was 
not widely known. But look at her work along with 
Elbert Hubbard and The Roycrofters. She had the 
wisdom and benignity of some ancient Athene in the 
City of the Violet Crown. She had lived her girlhood 
among the super;;;^niinds of Concord, and had drunk 
deeply of the Pierian S^ng. She brought to bear upon 
the rugged problems of our day the highest caliber of 
brain and heart. I mind her sketching out for me the 
life and work of Jesus and his Mother. It was done 
with a rare breadth of thought and wealth of learning I 
have never found in any theologic book. 
Why do we love good Fra Elbertus? Because he made 
rude things romantic: because he made the hyacinth 
as regal as the rose ; because he touched the worker and 
he stood forth a prince ; because he wrote of the toiler 



IN MEMORIAM 335 

at Labor's Holy Altar and he became more reverend 

than the robed and mitered priest. 

Farewell, dear friend I Thy going doth make the 

unseen world seem near. Full many a vase of comeliest 

phrase I keep among my treasures as witness the 

cunning of thy hand. Thy loving-kindness will live with 

me like sweet forget-me-nots in Memory's garden, 

and I will hold the broken thread of our discourse until 

the Little Journey of my life has come upon the poppied 

path to Sleep. 

Boston, Mass. Peter MacQueen. 

IN the death of Alice Hubbard, the literary world 
loses an original and forceful writer, The Roy- 
crofters a valuable aid, the National Council of Women 
Voters an efficient member, and this convention misses 
a most telling message on " Women and War." 
Alice Hubbard is best known by her writings. Of the 
several books which she has written, most of them 
having some bearing on social life, her " Life Lessons " 
from the lives of great men and women is perhaps the 
most important. 

In the going down of the ** Lusitania," many brilliant 
lives went out, but among them all, perhaps there were 
no brighter minds, no more original thinkers, no more 
courageous writers than Elbert and Alice Hubbard &m 



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In thinking of the death of these two, one naturally 
recalls the words of Elbert Hubbard, written some time 
ago. At the close of one of his magazine articles he 
said: " We will not be here forever anyway. Soon Death, 
the kind old nurse, will come and rock us all to sleep, 
and we had better help one another while we can. We 
are all going the same way — let us go hand in hand." 

— Extract from the Memorial Services held at the Convention of the Council 
of Women Voters in San Francisco, July 9, 19 IS, and conducted by the Rev- 
erend Olympia Brown {Racine, Wis.), the first woman ordained by an ecclesi' 
astical body to preach in the United States. 



The example and the wisdom of Elbert and Alice Hub- 
bard have helped me in many a tight place and both are 
present now as much as before. 
Buffalo, N. Y. Marvin Grodzinsky. 




The world will be redeemed ; it is being 
redeemed. It is being redeemed not by 
those who shake the red rag of wordy 
warfare, who threaten and demand, but 
by its enterprisers, workers, inventors, 
toilers — the men and women who do 
the duty that lies nearest them .'^•» .^^ 



AWAY 

XCAN not say, and I will not say 
That he is dead. He is just away! 
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand 
He has wandered into an unknown land 
And left us dreaming how very fair 
It needs must be, since he lingers there. 
And you — oh, you, who the wildest yearn 
For the old-time step, and the glad return — 
Think of him faring on, as dear 
In the love of There, as the love of Here. 
Think of him still as the same, I say. 
He is not dead — he is just away. 

James Whitcomb Riley. 



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N the Summer of Eighteen Hundred 
Seventy-six, my brother and self 
made a "little journey" to the Cen- 
tennial Exposition at Philadelphia, 
and on our way there stopped at a 
number of cities to visit the es- 
tablishments of firms engaged in 
the same business as ourselves — the manufacture 
of soap s^ s^ 

At Buffalo we visited several large concerns, also a very 
modest one. This latter — a small, two-story building — 
may have been at one time a grocery-store or a saloon. 
To reach the boiling-room of this soap-factory, we had 
to climb up an almost vertical stair, and there saw a 
small kettle and a few workingmen cutting, racking and 
pressing soap. Altogether, there was little to see and 
nothing to learn, and our stay was brief. 
Many years after that, a friend of mine called my 
attention to a new and unique publication — "The 
Philistine." I liked the contents and subscribed to it, 
also to " The Fra " Magazine, when later this was 
published 5«» 5o» 

Impressed by the originality and forcefulness of the 
articles in these publications, I wished to meet the 
author, and about ten years ago, when in Buffalo, went 
to East Aurora. A card on the wall of the Roycroft Shop 
announced that Mr. Hubbard would speak in the 
Chapel that afternoon, and it being near the hour, I 
entered the Chapel. Promptly at the appointed time 



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Mr. Hubbard appeared on the rostrum, and in his 
inimitable, easy, conversational style, fraught with 
many verbal bouquets, arabesques, etceteras, told of 
his visit to the home of some big guy — what one I have 
forgotten. I have a suspicion that the Fra used up much 
of his supply of taffy in presenting to his hearers that 
charming, amiable, lovable, wise man to whose home 
he had journeyed; but that 's poets', story-tellers', and 
also lecturers' and philosophers' license, and I am the 
last person to find fault with it. For certain purposes, I 
like the ornate, polychrome and gingerbread work; but 
What I did n't like (because beyond my understanding) 
was the plethora of highfalutin words the Fra did use — 
words I had never heard before ; yea, words that Uncle 
Noah Webster had never dreamed of. Nevertheless, I 
was very sorry when Mr. Hubbard broke off his story 
and announced that he would finish his journey the 
next afternoon. Most of the audience stepped forward 
to shake hands with him and thank him for the treat; 
I wished to do the same ; I was delighted with his story 
and liked his looks, but — I was afraid of his vocabulary, 
his rhetoric. What if he should ask me a question about 
something or other in that tony language of his, em- 
bellished with those wonderful new appellations of 
latest coinage? I would n't understand him, and would 
have to stand there speechless. No; I would just sneak 



IN MEMORIAM 341 

out of that Chapel and hie myself back to Buffalo on 
the first train; and so I did. 

About five years ago, Mr. Hubbard delivered a lecture 
in our city. I heard him, and again wished to converse 
with him, but backed out for the same reason explained 
above 5«» 5«» 

A little over a year ago, Mr. Hubbard was in our city 
on some business ; a friend who knew of my admiration 
for him and also myjdif&dence, kidnaped me and in his 
car carried me to his bank, where Mr. Hubbard was 
in waiting &^ &^ 

I was astonished at the versatility and adaptability of 
Mr. Hubbard. The man who on the lecture platform 
controlled every word between the covers of Webster's 
Unabridged and many other words not contained there- 
in, could also quite readily adjust his vocabulary to the 
limited one of his company and thus prevent embarrass- 
ment; and not only that, but he could talk intelligently 
and informingly on every subject, from feediq^jjigs to 
the latest safet^^dgyice in railroading or the latest dis- 
covery in the field of electricity. 

But the thing that astonished me most was his wonder- 
ful memory; for, in the course of our conversation, he 
advisedTme that the young man who was pressing soap 
in the Uttle factory in Buffalo I visited in Eighteen 
Hundred Seventy-six was Elbert Hubbard, and that he 



342 IN MEMORIAM 

had not forgotten the favorable__s.amments I made on 
the work he was doing. Since that meeting I was no 
more afraid of the Fra, and we became warm friends. 
C I relate all this to show that Mr. Hubbard was not 
only endowed by Nature with a wonderful memory, 
which is the main essential in the acquirement of knowl- 
edge, but that he also knew how to apply and make the 
best use of Nature's gifts, and from a plai n fac tory - 
hand rise to a position among the foremo gt lite rary 
giants. Like Mr. Edison, he was a reso urcefu l, inde- 
fatigable worker. 

EvansviUe, Ind. ^. Melzcr. 



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LBERT HUBBARD was my friend, and set for 
me and others a great example of what it is 
possible for a man with a great soul and indomitable 
courage to do. 

He was colossal in strength, with the tenderness of a 
woman. His mind was massive, logical, and analytical 
to the highest degree, yet free from technical verbiage. 
His soul was big enough to forgive those who were too 
small to understand. In this Man among men we had 
a literary genius who was also a practical business- 
man, a scholar, a thinker, an efficiency expert, an 
apostle of advertising and a prolific writer such as our 
generation has never before known. 



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He and his wife have started on " Life's most beautiful 
adventure " to meet and mingle with the good and 
great men and women who have gone before. In life, 
" They added to the sum of human joy; and were 
every one to whom they did some loving service to bring 
a blossom to their graves, they would sleep tonight 
beneath a wilderness of flowers." 
Chicago. III. W. G. Bryan. 

©HERE is so much that can be said of Elbert 
Hubbard, the wonderful writer, the great 
apostle of ceaseless work well done, through 
love of work ; of study through love^^of. 
study ; of accomplishment through sense of duty loyally 
performed with faithfulness to the end, that it is clearly 
beyond my power to attempt to enumerate his virtues. 
Nor is it necessary: the world knows them and loves 
him for them. 

To one episode in the life of Elbert Hubbard, I am in a 
position to give direct and originaJL testiiuojiy ; and that 
is in regard to the unselfish motive that impelled him to 
write *' A Message to Garcia." Personally I had never 
met him and he knew me not, except in reference to the 
manner in which I did my work and played my humble 
part in the war that was to set Cuba free and give to 
'* a people rightly struggling to be free " a place in the 



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sun. And it is, with a clear conscience and a clean belief, 
that I can add that I believe that the same pure motive 
ever actuated him in his endeavor to emphasize before 
the world the importance and the value of faithful and 
efficient efl[ort in carrying through any worthy task, 
whether set by others or self-assigned. He emphasized 
before the world the thought that in doing a work for 
which one is capable, in the best and most thorough 
manner possible, one is doing a double and not a 
divided duty, and that one is really working for one's 
self while working the best one knows how for others. 
This noble thought enabled him through his matchless 
diction to engage the attention of the tho ughtf ul in 
every nation of the world that had a written language. 
This thought, too, he elaborated afterwards in that 
fine series of monographs on the work of the great 
captains of industry and men of accomplishment in our 
great nation, to the end that many an indifferent 
worker has become a willin g on e, and many a callous 
employer has become a sympathetic and appreciative 
one. " Give every man credit for the good he has done," 
said Hubbard, the Great. 

Mill Valley, Cal. A' S. RoWaTl, 

Wc can never have a noble race of men until 
we have a noble race of mothers. 



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SIOM. the great ones of the earth you have 
received tributes of love and respect to the 
memory of Elbert and Alice Hubbard. 
Hear now the words of an unknown — one 
who has never seen the Fra and his wife — one who has 
not yet enough of the world's wealth to acquire any- 
thing more than a fractional part of his writings. 
I speak for the multitudes in like situation — young men 
and women in Canada, Australia, England, Ireland, and 
in all places where a civilized tongue is spoken. We may 
be Freethinkers or Catholics, Socialists or Buddhists — 
it matters not. We are all full of a sense of gratitude to 
these two people, who have led us out of the wilder- 
ness of Petty Thoughts and Paltry Actions into the 
bright sunlight of Love and Worth. By us he will always 
be thought of as Fra Elbertus. €1 To us he was the 
symbol of success — success won by truth and fearless- 
ness — inspiring us as we stripped for the race of life s^ 
To many of us living away from men, in the wastes of 
Australia, in the prairies of Western Canada, he was an 
ever real Presence, speaking words of truth and mes- 
sages of love to us, as we toiled under the sun's hot rays. 
Alice Hubbard, too; was she not like a sister; to many 
of us, a mother? To her we would go in spirit for wisdom 
and consolation, and we came away with full hearts s^ 

Toronto. Canada O. C. Stubington. 



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FRA ELBERTUS 

EARMER. \s'ritcr. businessman. 
Philanthropist and kind: 
The foremost act he did in life 
Was the freeing of our mind. 
He led the way in great reforms, 

But foremost \s-ill be said: 
He freed our mind from superstition, 
Which set the world ahead. 

Fe>s- geniuses have graced the world 

On liistor>-'s sacred page 
To equal Era Elbertus Hubbard, 

East Aurora's famous Sage. 
Not only was he versatile. 

But foremost will be said: 
He freed our mind from superstition, 

Which set the world ahead. 

Wlio knew him best, ah, loved him best. 

So lovable and kind; 
But what the old world needed most 

Was freedom of the mind. 
He led the way from paths of fear, 

Forever 't will be said: 
He freed our mind from superstition 

And set the world ahead. 



IN MEMORIAM 347 

The foremost genius of his day 

In paths anew and odd, 
He led in many ways and thought; 

The critics hurled base clod. 
His mind too great, his soul too big 

On rancor to be fed. 
He freed our mind from superstition, 

Which set the world ahead. 

Our heads are bowed, our hearts are sad, 

For his vacant chair today ; 
And yet we glory in his death — 

He 'd have no other way. 
He went to rest with the one he loved — 

Of them it will be said: 
They freed the mind of superstition, 

Which set the world ahead. 
wefslVr, ^^'g:*''''''^'"" ^""^^^ David V. Bush, 

2^1^ HE Roy croft Idea, as originated by Elbert and 

%^J Alice Hubbard, has yet its greatest work to do s^ 

Down through the corridors of time their soul-illumined 

minds and towering individuality will ever be our 

inspiration. 

And today they stand resplendent, lighting up more 

than ever the horizon of human consciousness. 



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And because of their lives, millions will know no more 
the fear of superstition of the dark ages. And millions 
more will tear away the masks of a superficial civiliza- 
tion and walk with their heads up and claim their 
divinity— BECAUSE THEY NOW UNDERSTAND. 
I am glad I knew them and happy to recall the many 
pleasant journeys " Afoot with the Fra." 
They were everybody's friend: the high and the low, 
the just and the unjust, alike received their showers of 
blessings. The bigot, the intolerant, received their 
smiles. They excluded none. 
No greater love had the Carpenter of Nazareth. 

AUantarGa. R- Lce SkaXpe, 

^^ jfUllSE I do not feel that I really can lay any 
^F ■ ^k claim to the friendship of Elbert and Alice 
■ ■ V Hubbard, I particularly enjoyed my visits 
^^^^^r to the Roycroft Inn, and there is one event 
that stands out very prominently in my memory 
regarding Alice Hubbard, and that, her recent visit to 
the Rochester Ad Club, when she spoke at a Valentine 
party on the " Opening Door for Women." 
It was my pleasure to meet Mrs. Hubbard at the station 
and to sit next to her at the banquet in the evening. I 
was particularly impressed by her kindly spirit and her 
abiUty to enter into the other fellow's mental bias, and 



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I was delighted with her talk on the problems of women 
and their dawning solutions. 

No Rochester Ad Man but feels a deep personal loss 
in the passing away of both Alice and Elbert Hubbard, 
for we had come to consider them as one of us, and I 
know we shall cherish the impressions we have of the 
pleasant comradeship and spiritual thought that have 
been given to us by both Alice and Elbert Hubbard s«» 

Zf&iTr^'""' _^^_^ C. G. Lyman. 

OURING the thirteen years I was familiar 
with Elbert Hubbard and his writings, I grew 
to love more and more the bigness, whole- 
someness, kindness and courage of the man. 
€L In our strolls through the woods at East Aurora, 
and when he would visit me in New York City, he 
would relate many good stories, and he had that in his 
nature which enabled him to laugh when the joke was 
on him. He stood for everything that was clean, 
natural and beautiful. He lived the simple but strenuous 
life. He worked hard mentally, and kept himself 
physically fit because he understood the value of 
exercising the body. 

He had more working energy than any other man I 
ever met. He always found time for exercise and sport, 
whether it was hiking over the hills, wood -chopping. 



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horseback -riding or baseball. He would discuss the 
boxing situation with me with the enthusiasm of a fan, 
and he wound up one of his last letters to me by writing, 
" So here are love and blessings to all good sports, and 
if there is no squared circle (boxing-ring) in hell, you 
and I will arrange one." 

We loved him because he loved every man, woman 
and child of us. If animals and birds could speak they 
would sing his praises, for he loved them too. 
I feel that not only have I lost a friend and The Roy- 
crofters their leader, but the whole world lost a 
friend and leader when the sage of East Aurora was 
taken away. 
v&TcT ''''"'"^''" °^ '"' "^'"'^ Freddie Welsh, 

XT was my fortune recently to journey to South 
Bethlehem with Elbert Hubbard, whose tragic 
death, with others of our citizens, sent such a thrill 
through the heart of every American, and I had a real 
example of the walk, play and work idea by this ex- 
ponent of the simple life. In order that we might leave 
for South Bethlehem early, it was necessary for us to 
meet Mr. Hubbard at six-thirty A. M., rather early for 
Dad, but he was equal to the occasion, and arrived with 
the rest of us at the Trenton House on time. No Mr. 
Hubbard. Information elicited the fact that he had left 



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the hotel, and knowing his habits, we determined he 
was walking. Such proved to be the fact, for in about 
twenty minutes he came down Warren Street, hair 
flying in the breeze, arms swinging, elastic step, and a 
face which must have shown the effects of his morning 
walk had it not been covered with a thick coat of tan 
picked up during twelve months of the year in his out- 
door life at home. He informed us that no matter where 
he was located, he never missed his walk, and on two 
occasions later in the day, when we were compelled 
to stop because of tire trouble, he jumped nimbly 
from the car and proceeded ahead, being picked up 
later as we resumed our journey. On one of these 
"walks " Dad joined him, and as the stop was a little 
longer than usual, they walked five miles before we 
overtook them. Mr. Hubbard was in fine shape, but 
his companion — well, I '11 leave that to your own 
judgment. His ability to do so much really exhaustive 
work was without doubt gained through his firm belief 
in the great outdoors. 
Trenton, N. J. DoTothy May Salter. 

EDITOR'S NOTE. — "Dad" is Dorothy's father, Harry B. Salter, Secre- 
tary Trenton Chamber of Commerce. 

The brain needs exercise as much as the body, 
and vicarious thinking is as erroneous as vicari- 
ous exercise. 



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ELBERT HUBBARD 
Entertaining and mentally uplifting. 
Loyal to the cause of mankind. 
Benevolent, beneficent and reverently beloved. 
Ever dear to the elect. 
Righteous, royal and real remarks. 
Tireless in instilling manly and sublime principles. 

Honest, honorable and wholesome. 

Uplifting a high-grade literary standard. 

Bettering the mind and soul. 

Bestowing confidence coupled with self-reliance. 

Attacking the laggard and the hypocrite. 

Rebuking those that preach fear and chicanery. 

Devoted to the best interests of society. 

San Francisco, Cal. Aown Levy. 



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LBERT HUBBARD dared to be human, and 
his daring helped others become so. He put 
into business life something which was not 
there before, conceding to it a right to be. 
He recognized advertising as the advance-guard of the 
army of progress, rather than as something to be merely 
tolerated and at best but stealthily negotiated with by 
respectable professions. 
He was an American; and if he died a martyr to that 



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ejffete monarchical regime which he so despised and 
against which he had raised his voice in unmistakable 
terms, it is but another startling example of the 
wondrous working of that grim and inexplicable law 
which some designate as fate and others term " the 
sport of the gods." 

He was an American — and he was a soul unafraid 5«» 
Undoubtedly he carried the last message as unflinch- 
ingly as he had carried the others. 

His image will survive in the hearts of those who loved 
him — an image drawn in lines of higher courage to live 
simply and to scorn hypocrisy and sham, "to do your 
work the best you can and be kind." 

Los Angeles, Cat. OUVC Gray. 



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LBERT and AUce Hubbard genuinely loved 
Thomas Paine. They loved the spirit of the 
man and they loved his work in humanity's 
behalf. Both were zealous in furthering the 
Paine cause. They were eager to impress upon all 
people the importance of Paine 's writings in politics and 
religion. Both looked forward to the day when a more 
general appreciation of the great philosopher would 
cure the world of many of its ills. 

Elbert Hubbard was one of the earliest members of he 
Thomas Paine National Historical Association, and was 



354 IN MEMORIAM 

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always anxious to help in its work, both by word and 
by deed. Shortly before he sailed on that last tragic 
sea-voyage he wrote me offering to do still more for 
the cause that was so near his heart. On his return from 
Europe, he wrote, he would deliver a lecture on Thomas 
Paine, the entire proceeds to go toward furthering the 
Association's work. 

The Paine Association has indeed lost two good friends, 
and so personally have I. 

President Thomas Paine 

National Historical Association jjr « * ,.^^ j^^ rir^,.^^ 

New York City W. M. VQix oer Weyde, 

^^^^^^^ HERE is pathos plus a silent but perfect 
m C^\ eulogy in the brief announcement which 
^^ J adorns the final cover -page of the July 

^^fc^r number of " The Philistine "—the little 
pocket- sized, brown-covered brochure which has come 
monthly for many years from East Aurora to charm tens 
of thousands who have loved to listen to the song of a 
master of superb English and the greatest phrase-maker 
of the country : 

*' So here endeth The Philistine — a Periodical of Protest, 
as written for twenty years and one month by Elbert 
Hubbard, Pastor of the Flock, and printed every little 
while for the Society of the Philistines. So passeth the 
glory of the world ! ' ' 



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Could there be greater tribute to the genius of one man 
than that there is no one to take his place when he sets 
out across Death's bar? 

How rarely is it given to any person to thus leave a void 
that can not be filled! Men may be missed — mourned 
with a depth of sincerity that lives through time; but 
how often does a man pass without another ready for 
his place and equal to his tasks? 

Yet it is true that when the torpedoed " Lusitania " 
took Elbert Hubbard to his unmarked grave off Old 
Head, Kinsale, Ireland, it took the only genius who 
could pour such swirling, eddying, leaping, tossing epi- 
grams into " The Philistine " as made it a continuously 
unique epic in contemporary literature. " A voyage with 
him might take the breath away ; you might cling to the 
rail and call for help, but the exhilaration would quicken 
your circulation and evolve you away from sluggish- 
ness." Though one might violently disagree with Hub- 
bard's philosophy of life, one could no more resist the 
charm and fascination of his word imagery than one 
could deny the glories of the rainbow. 
The bereft Roycrofters are wise in letting " The Phi- 
listine " die with Elbert Hubbard. Its discontinuation 
is a silent memorial to the genius which made it what 
it was &^ &^ 

Kalamazoo. Mich. O. S. WoUe. 



356 IN MEMORIAM 

EOR years I was a friend and an admirer of 
Elbert Hubbard — a truly great man with a 
big heart and a large soul. He was an 
original thinker; a brilliant writer; and he 
did a great work for humanity, which will loom larger 
and larger as the years come and go. He had a follow- 
ing all his own among the thinkers of America, and 
an influence upon matters of public moment beyond 
the conception of the ordinary citizen. No one can take 
his place. He will be mourned by countless thousands. 
d Elbert Hubbard's work on earth is done; but it was 
a grand and a glorious work ; and he did it like a fear- 
less man who sees the light of truth, and dares to 
promulgate the truth just because it is the truth &^ 
Elbert Hubbard is dead — but yet he lives in the 
hearts of his myriad friends, and the lovers of Liberty, 
throughout the world. He hated sham, and cant, and 
hypocrisy. He fought for the right; and his work for 
the truth, and the right, and for eternal justice con- 
stitutes his monument — and it is a monument more 
enduring than marble and more lasting than brass s^ 

Counselor -at-Law iir.^ c,.l«^» 

New York City Wm. C^UlZeT, 

I have known Elbert Hubbard for many years. He i 
had great influence for good in this part of the country. 

Secretary Board of Trade n »^ Z> D«.^,..., 

Little Rock, Ark. GeO. R. BrOWTl. 



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XHAVE read in "The Fra " the eloquent en- 
comiums on Elbert and Alice Hubbard. While, 
perhaps, no single one of these sincere expressions 
of love, admiration and friendship for these dear 
departed lovers of each other, and of all humanity, 
gives adequate expression to the sentiments which in- 
spire the whole community, yet the symposium formed 
by these published communications affords so com- 
plete a record, if any such record can be really 
complete, of these sentiments, that I dare not now 
intrude what would be comparatively an unsatisfactory 
and needless addition to the beautiful tributes already 
rendered &^ £•• 

While I regret, as a personal deprivation, the cessa- 
tion of "The Philistine," yet I must admit that your 
determination in that regard is the only just course 
that should have been taken. 

For yourself, you have my deepest sympathy in the 
loss you have sustained, with my earnest wish that 
you may be successful in the continuation, so far as 
you have determined they shall be continued, of the 
works and the aspirations of your father. 

Law Offices of 

NTwYoh^cui^'"'^ * •^''''"'°" Edward Lauterbach. 



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X LOVED Elbert and Alice Hubbard in their 
individuality. In their personality I knew 
them but slightly. 
Our individuality is bestowed by heredity — 
by vertical evolution — our personality is superinduced 
upon this by environment — by horizontal evolution &^ 
Elbert Hubbard, in his individuality, possessed a keen, 
trenchant, brilliant, fearless mind, a sweet and loving 
temperament, and a strong, intense and vivid character. 
AUce Hubbard was a truly great woman — a super- 
woman, in a word — bom out of due time. She was not 
the victim of the social conventions of her day — she 
was past-grand-mistress of them. She walked her own 
path through the very midst of these conventions with 
the balanced serenity of a being bom of a higher order 
of life. And yet she was the most finely human soul 
that one could possibly conceive — a prophetess in her 
own individuality of the coming humanity. 

Philadelphia, Pa. AUcC GfOff, 




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